Spirit Passing

Even in the bitter of the darkest winter,

when our hearts feel cold as river stones

and our tears are but ice fields,

when we feel certain that sweet summer winds

will never visit our chaffed souls again,

we must remember, and always know,

that beneath even the coldest deep frozen snow,

sweet summer grass still lays green,

and spring flowers wait to grow.

And this dormant frozen season will pass.

So it is with the passing of souls,

one cannot live until another has gone.

Our hearts feel frozen and life stands still,

but the warm spirit of that passing soul

will be the warm summer winds

that will melt our winter hearts,

and our melted tears will give life

to the spring flowers bloom.

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[vanishing]

And this dormant frozen season will pass.


.. Much enjoyed reading thanks
you've encapsulated warmth
of future hope
with the winter of life
inspired passion
Nicely Done

[julian3]

I am speechless. Simply exquisite.