The Blessed Gift Poem by Edwina Reizer

My sister's death was her gift to me
For she opened up my mind.
I believe she wanted me to ask burning questions
So I would not remain blind.

I started by asking where did she go
For I really wanted to know.
So I read every esoteric book on the shelves
Which helped my mind to grow.

And one book led to another
For I needed to fill the gap
From this place to the other
For which there is no map.

I knew when I started on my quest,
She was spurring me on.
Just as I know she's with me.
She's never really gone.

The first thing I found was spiritual freedom,
Manipulated fear not there.
To control my thinking and live my life
Always awake and aware.

Talk about the elephant in the room
That no one wants to see.
That's what the search for truth will do
And that's what it did for me.

To talk about it out in the open
Is not too easy to do.
For the conditioning that we have been subjected to
Might make it seem untrue.

But many strange things that do occur
Are silenced every day.
For those that do not want them known
Will never ever say

That we're not alone and never have been,
It's too frightening to hear.
And so they make up excuses for
How things do appear.
Unearthly, Unworldly
And ungodly everyday.
And because we don't want to know them,
They keep them hidden away.

Well I, for one have come alive
And never ever miss
The chance to accept the strangeness
And for this I thank you "SIS"