Spirits are everlasting,
Though they leave worn-out bodies.
They just go somewhere,
And they wait. And wait.
Quite like hiding in the wings,
And they watch. A high watchman.
And when all of the ingredients are ready,
And the circumstances are all set,
They speak. Yes, but through the living.
Their voices rise again and once again,
Their names are on the lips of many.
They probably just stand to the side
Smiling, grinning and thinking,
‘Aha!’ Now you hear me,
You really, really hear me.”
And the timing is perfect,
As they speak even louder
And more clearly!
June 26, 2021