Spirits of Days Past
The energy that is the spirits is carried by the breeze.
Gently caressing all it touches as it softly rustles through the trees.
All that have passed this way before remain with us in spirit form.
Having shed their broken bodies like a worn out uniform.
They speak not in voices clear but in whispers soft and low.
Calling ever calling to us as if to tell us what they know.
Listen carefully, listen long and their message can be heard.
Warnings of evil things to come if we do not heed their word.
So be mindful of the signs as you travel through this life.
Their messages could save your soul from eternities painful strife.
Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2013
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