Poem -
The Dead
they are
speaking
But with
No words
they are looking
but do not
see
they feel
but
do not
touch
the dead
our loved
ones
are
around
us
guardians
observers
their purpose
Is not defined
as
our morality
makes
it
impossible
for
us
to
Comprehend
Our souls
Communicate
While
our
Outward
senses
are
blind
to translation
Time
For
Recognition
And
Acceptance
The understanding
Though
Lies
On
The other
Side.
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It's like reading exactly what I think but could never have put into words Greg, amazing write...pinned ??
Thank u Marion! Thst is exactly what I was struggling to Express
You know IV just reread and honest to god Greg, you can laugh if you like, but through the recent dark times in my life, what you have written is what has been revealed to me. I have been enlightened and truly believe death does not end us and we are watched over? Helped, guided? I don't know, but I wish I'd written this because these thoughts could have come from my very own brain, but didn't, they came from yours and you've clearly explained to me what I couldn't even explain to me....a big thankyou for that...excellent ??