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Where spirits dwell (pantoum)

We’ll see the realm where spirits dwell 
standing amongst the weak and strong.
We will bid a final sweet farewell, 
as earth now sings a sundry song.

Standing amongst the weak and strong, 
with spirits speaking through our tears.
As earth now sings a sundry song 
and warriors hold up their spears.

With spirits speaking through our tears;
they’re sending warnings, to us all.
And warriors hold up their spears,
their army readies to enthrall.

They’re sending warnings, to us all;
will we hear their trumpets blaring?
Their army readies to enthrall,
to show all, that they are caring.

Will we hear their trumpets blaring,
through cobalt clouds of deepest blue?
To show all, that they are caring,
as they help make our grand debut.

Through cobalt clouds of deepest blue,
we ascend higher after death.
As they help make our grand debut,
after we take our dying breath.

We ascend higher after death,
upon the fumes of comet tails.
After we take our dying breath
we’ll sail in ships with glossy sails.

Upon the fumes of comet tails,
a spot in time, that’s ticking on.
We’ll sail in ships with glossy sails
and we will own a brand new dawn.

A spot in time, that’s ticking on,
our human life, is just on loan.
And we will own a brand new dawn,
after we stand before the throne.

Our human life is just on loan;
we will bid a final sweet farewell.
After we stand before His throne,
we’ll see the realm where spirits dwell.


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Written October 13th, 2006

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  • Melodies
    April 5, 2007

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    HOOD WINKED!!

    A fine a dramatic poem that sends out sparks of eternal splendor! Fine writing here, good poet! Admiring your talent.


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    October 16, 2006
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    beautiful~

    Yes indeed
    Our life here is just on loan as you said in your poem....
    After I am no longer here I hope I am soaring with the angels
    on high
    Beautiful
    Best of luck in the contest
    Hugs
    Susan~~~


  • maa gold member
    October 15, 2006
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    dearest cindy,
    thank you so much for your contribution of such a delightful poem, perfect in its form and carrying a powerful and uplifting message through its elegant and carefully chosen words. I can truly see the army of archangels in my mind's eye, which lovingly, yet powerfully watch over our inner demons, making sure that they return where they have come from ... for, what are those demons and those sins we are speaking of ? just thoughts springing from a restless and distorted mind ... when we go to the source of such thoughts, to the very source of the mind, it is like a cat standing before a mouse-hole : the mouse will just not come out ... and, maybe, there isn't even any mouse ... in such a way, if we are able to dwell in a state of no-mind, silently dwelling in our true nature, there are no more demons to be seen ...
    well, that's what your poem inspired me, dearest cindy ... ... and I thank you for such a wonderful contribution.
    much love,

    maa


  • Huntress silver member
    October 13, 2006
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    I think the angels are screaming at us but no one is listening A excellent poem me dear

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