They Are Not Lost Poem by Eaton Bard

They Are Not Lost



They are not lost.

We are stranded,
Bound up In reason,
Dreaming
On the banks of the river,
As those departed
Are returned
Awakened
In the first made
Meadow,
Beyond the sentinel
Stillness
That towers over time,
As a picket
Against
All things passing.


In that original Light,
Free from the
Artifice of the tissue
And the chaos
Of the mind,
Unmoved by cause and
Undisturbed by
The weight of words,
The spirit has its own
Seasons
And the soul
Its own song.
In that kingdom,
It is we
Who are sleeping
And they who belong.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Missy Trinity Ferrari. 06 April 2006

.......................... O.O >..< O.O that was an awesome... outrageous... idk it was a great poem... the thoughts the feelings the passion........ the realization on how death... is not death and a loss really isnt a loss.... bravo... Missy

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