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Time itself heals nothing. Gradually,
though, happy memories become even more precious, help sustain us in our
loss, encourage and inspire us to get on with our lives.
There is
no feeling more inspiring than love, in all its forms. Sadly, for every human spirit emanating love, there is a global consciousness that has missed out on some if not all of it.
PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE, RESCUE STRATEGY or LIVING
WITH GHOSTS
I
glimpsed a ghost
in spring
leaves,
a fragile
thing, flickering
with loss
and pain
till joy,
its brighter light.
bursts
through - winter, woods
alive again
I glimpsed
a ghost
in summer
leaves
a bold
thing, enjoying
no finer
freedom
than
hope, a brighter light
bursting
through - greenwoods
strong again
I glimpsed
a ghost
in autumn
leaves,
such a
pretty thing, high
on
colourful passions
like home
fires acting out
lmuch like the mummers of old
in a play
I
glimpsed a ghost
in winter
snow,
a sad
thing, its sorrow
shining
through…
Yet love,
a brighter light,
acting the Guardian, watching
over our graves
Copyright R N Taber 2007, 2019
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in Accomplices To Illusion, by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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