Hello my dearest daughter, I've just returned to say
I'm with you every moment and listen when you pray
My body may be silent but in my soul I sing
On earth I lived in winter, whilst here I walk in Spring.
I gaze upon a seashore where skylarks sing their tune
Whilst angel clouds are dancing around an Azure moon
Someone I see is waiting, I see him in the light
He's come to take me homeward to be with him tonight.
So do not weep my dearest, this time I have to go
One day your soul will follow, to find this hidden glow
Words cannot tell the feeling of love that carries me
My body was my anchor and now my soul flies free.
I'm starting on a journey, it's called infinity
I'll be close by in spirit so just call out to me
My mother ship is waiting to sail to Heaven's shore
Where pain is non- existant and peace floats evermore.
A contest entry
- A contest for aboomer... by islekine.
600 points, ended July 16, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Love this. Heck, have you written anything I /don't/ like? The first two verses here are particularly strong. Just love the imagery and the comfort offered in these words.
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Hello. This is a very touching write, which rightly points out that although painful, it is only our vessel that dies, but the real us, lives for eternity. I wish you well in this contest. My regards.
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cryingggggg....
This is really beautiful - can't say much more, my eyes are blurred....but this is beautiful.
thank you so much.
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Lovely write. This reads like a hymn. I love this line: "On earth I lived in winter, whilst here I walk in Spring." ..just beautiful.
I know aboomer will find comfort in this. Thank you so much for your entry, and your thoughts.
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This is sooooo beautiful....
I guess I might as well read all the entries and let the tears flow....it's going to happen...
Thank you so very much for your entry....
It is truly beautiful!
Write on! Best wishes in the contest.
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The sincerity of this poem is striking. Its softness, comforting. I am sure our friend will appreciate this beautiful poem.
Frans
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