Spirits Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * SPIRITS * -

As we walk amongst the shadows
Of those who've gone before
They whisper to us gently
Their wisdom, out, they pour.

They float amongst the living
To touch us when they can
And give a gentle nudging
With the softness of a fan.

But if perhaps we see them
They're swifter then the wind,
So instead of seeming tainted
Our thoughts we do amend.

And if you're very quiet
And the shadows you may see,
You can bless the ones that visit
From out past eternity.

Author; Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 11-15-05