02/25/2012
I feel them all around me,
gentle presence, softly heard,
light touches on my shoulder,
half grasp of my hand.
Spirits, ghosts or Angels?
The voices of lost friends?
What is it they want from me,
why do they call my name?
Have I some secret to share,
or is it just their game?
I tell the stories,
walk the paths,
Their truths are safe with me,
I will try to be gracious
And help the living to see
My spirit friends exist in Love,
Where only the True hearted can Be.