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Poem 29
from the anthology Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery, a work in progress since September, 2016. I wish to thank all my fellow Soupers who have stopped by to read these epitaphs. I appreciate your interest.
Lola Stanley 1913-1918
Lola Stanley
1913-1918
This side of the veil,
No living human has ever seen,
No mere mortal has ever beheld,
The diamond stutted rainbow face,
Of the One, Iam
With streams of flame,
Flowing from the Axis,
His all-seeing eyes,
Can be felt like crashing waves,
Of silent sound, silent…
Like rushing ripples of watery light,
The Eternal Seed,
The everlasting bloom;
Of the One, Iam
The only flower, silent…
There is no softness of sleep here,
No mark of darkness or sweeping escape,
We spirits of the Eternal Seed, instead
Fly as the dandelion blooms fly, silent…
Weightless, floating and drifting,
Seizing the morning shade of timelessness,
A multitude of soaring souls,
A single speck of mercy;
No. You have not seen what I see.
Now and forever-
His magnificent being embraces me,
As a silvery swan
Embraces a goddess!
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