'' The Spirits Are Alive And Well '' Poem by Bri Mar

The spirits are alive,
All around us they thrive,
Look closely, you will see their throng,
What they derive,
Is the will to survive,
Their atoms are now where they belong.

Yes, they go for walks,
Sit and have talks,
They just live in another dimension,
Where they don't have clocks,
And nobody mocks,
To living it's their Heavenly extension.

Try communication,
They do feel elation,
You will, when you find out they're there,
It's reincarnation,
The ultimate liberation,
When they know that you really care.

They can be seen,
By the very keen,
But charlatans they truly detest,
They find them obscene,
To them they'll be mean,
They could well end up being possessed.

They love interaction,
It gives satisfaction,
But only if you're being kind,
They're not a distraction,
Or a monetary transaction,
They're there to assist humankind.

Don't ever deny,
They're real not a lie,
Their presence don't ever dispel,
When you say good-bye,
You can testify,

‘' The Spirits Are Alive And Well ‘'