The Bridge of DreamsA Poem by Tate MorganCan any man say he is not beholding to Well from which life flows?My wifes Father Harold Milligan Passed away 4/20/ 2023 Coming to us no more but in dreams those who passed on going their ways While we who love them stay behind to face a lifetime of empty days ____________________________________ In our dreams they cross the bridge spanning breadth of time and space There we meet again with them to touch a well worn beloved face ___________________________________ Called to by the voice of St Peter they can only stay a short while But nothing better for the soul than to walk and talk a mile _____________________________ We the heirs of their precious dreams go forth to face the human race Being all they had hoped we would sharing with them this living grace _________________________________ Skipping along meter by meter we dance to life's endless tune Singing and chanting around the fire beneath the gaze of the Harvest Moon ___________________________________ Passing the dreams of each generation onto the next souls in our line We carry with us their undying love for a life sweet, gentle and divine
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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