Going Home

Poems Of Hope, Spirits, The Book Of The Dead

by Cliff Rhodes

 

Going Home

10-31-2011

 

Prayers for the dead are difficult, at best.

Regret forms the major feeling that is left.

Memories help, not the ones of destruction.

Left to live are the ones plucked and felt.

They reverberate out into the ether like weather.

Sunny days are joyous, and charity helps.

 

Foggy days and thunderstorms are like depressions.

Their sounds are muffled and we forget.

Memories that last seem like guitar strings.

Fingers find them and make music and we sing.

Time plays memories over and over again.

She is not dependent on people and is an eternal whim.

 

Electrical joy finds fond memories of love.

Funny how it happens always to all of us.

Luck has nothing to do with it, like a machine.

Reality is a reason behind the real season.

Rain comes after the thunder and lightning.

Tears are because there is no more sunlight.

 

You cry for yourself, because you are alone.

Souls find sunlight where Jesus is at home.