Poem -
HOLY PLACES
Do we invent it
The essence?
Send it spiralling to holy
places
In the soul hope of preserving
Such deeply beloved
Faces
Do we will it to be, or
Is it really so
Is the body just shelter
Till the soul lets it go?
For sometimes in the darkest
night
I am woken by sudden...
I am trembled by fright...
Like a lightening bolt
Of such hurting rays, that
I exist lost on knees
That cannot rise to days, with
All hope extinguished
As you are
For gone is every scrap
Of you
No physical to walk, or view
Your beauty cold and lifeless
still
And I wonder who it was that
killed...
Us...
Dead...
M P 6/2/21
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What a poetic response to an age old question! Albeit one which no one has the answer to. Well, everyone has an answer. But the definitive correct answer? That's the answer I mean. No one knows that answer! Which I find odd, considering it is one of the most important questions we NEED to know the answer to. I think, for me, this is where faith and belief comes in. To have an idea and believe in it. Truly, truly believe. It does not matter one iota what that belief is, all that matters is that you believe in it. I, personally, believe that every living thing has a soul. I also believe that life as we know it is more than what we see. I believe that our loved ones, when they pass, remain with us. I believe that our ancestors are still with us. Believing this as truth, helps me cope with losses. I pray that you are finding ways to cope with each day. All my love to you Marion x And hugs x