Spirit Passing

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.