Lightly walking, keeping an easy gait through life,
daily focusing on eternity's horizons.
Relating all experiences to a future heavenly home
and garden.
Fluctuating on piers of didactic shores, conversing
with angels in an evening of beyond.
Sensing death in every shadow, yet never fearing
it's presence in our lives, as it is part of our
earthly experience.
Ghostly messages penetrate interior mind-sets,
truly bringing relatives and friends into memories
of the future.
(7: 14 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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