Sweet Presence Poem by Stuart Kaler

Sweet presence....

....in a dream, you appeared....

Family, apart from my own flesh and blood....

...as dear to me as any that nurtured baby....

You took me on and in....not in a formal way - comfortable, comforting...

Now, with years and miles distant on, I see you....

....in the mists of dreamtime....

You gather, solemn, sorrowful.... to mourn the passing of one....

...I feel you....no words...my heart mourns with you...

Can spirit walk....sit bedside and visit awhile?

....If my spirit can give testimony, it was so...it is so....