! ! Heirs Of The Heart Poem by Michael Shepherd
! ! Heirs Of The Heart
Those you love. Those
you have loved. Those
who love you.
They live. You know
they live, somehow, somewhere.
Listen. Hear them. Aren’t they calling?
What are they calling?
What are they wearing, as they call?
Are they wearing grief, loss;
your borrowed clothes?
Are they trapped in your memory?
Be them. Let them shine in you,
from out of you. They call to live
where they should live:
not locked in memory, but
shining out from you.
Be them. Be their life.
How you loved them. How they
loved you. Be that love,
Live that love. Let them
shine, so bright that
people recognise them in you;
wonder how to tell you without hurt…
Their purity. What they really were.
What they truly lived for.
Let it shine. Give them
the life they sought.
Listen to them.
How happy they are,
living in you whom they so love..
see how they shine..
[I wrote this out of compassion for a fine lady who seemed to be restricted by preserving the memory of her distinguished husband...then I realised that I was 'imprisoning' my parents in just the same way, in memory, and not celebrating them and their gift to me...]
But Michael, if I follow your advice, it may come back to haunt me. If I keep them alive in me, I may be likewise, kept alive by those who survive me! Then I'll never get out of this madhouse.
This is simply stunning in its simplicity and depth of feeling. Beautiful work, Michael...and oh, so comforting. Raynette
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4/29/2024 1:11:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When I close my eyes and slip under my skin, I can feel the love tingling; when I close my eyes and open my mind to the space, I can feel it everywhere - the love of now, the love of yesterday, the love of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Your poem is a reminder of what I know already. Thank you love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥