Poem -

What happens to the dead

What happens to the dead

What happens to the dead
Through the silence and 
The noise 
The tunnel of light and dark 
To heaven into sound 
For the living hell 
The dying peace 
Tears of yesterday 
Petals once beautiful 
Falling to the ground 
What happens to the dead 
Thy kingdom come 
Thy will be done 
Into peace and sound 
To the sky above beyond 
Towards the spirit life 
What happens to the dead 
What happens to the dead 
What happens when? 

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sparrowsong

Hello Jai...

We will surely know once we get dead...

I will look at my body below me and I will be a Heaven Bouncer...

Where is she now?

She took her Mother and...

She went back to play in the Earth, Lord...

They'll be back in time for Dinner...

?☺

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Jai Masters

Great sparrow you are appreciated 
for your wisdom; your intuition 
and the fact that you mention Bouncer
our family pet! 
Luv &
gratitude Jjai:)) 

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sparrowsong

Hello Jai...

?

Bouncer!

You have a baby Kangaroo?

Tell Bouncer Hello for me...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Jai Masters

:) this is dog ?
  not kangaroo 
    :)))))) I will pass on your best wishes ?

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sparrowsong

Very cute name...

:)

Thank you for passing the message...

luv and Hugs ☺

sparrowsong

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