ghosts

Ghosts.  I knew of a man who believed in ghosts  but he didn’t believe in resurrection,  he believed in dying as an end of all activity  that was conscious.  But he thought that some people left their mark  on things they had cherished, bend the wood to his will  when stroking his fingers on the table to make it polished,  he leaves behind part of his being. so when you hear a murmur, it is left behind by voices someone walking in a hall on the way to the garden,  the thought of the beauty they were going to see were felt by walls, halls, and old paintings.  Ghosts are the residue of feelings left behind by truly holy people amongst us those who believe in the beauty  and the use of nature and a true sense of the mysterious that surrounds us.