Spiritualist Not For the Contest
I beg to differ on your point of view
when spirits want to talk, they don't ask you
they enter only hearts with portal gape
and no I don't permit, recorder -tapes
She was a mother in the throw of grief
her 4 year old had died of cancer.. brief !
he spake in silence, two eyes of jewel rocks
"my fuzzy slippers mom, are in the toy box"
She pried the solid doors of unbelief
for he was a child of miracles not grief
before she left, I felt a whoosh beneath my nose
in askance she was prompt to swift disclose ,
He was too small for respirator masks
the doctor wafted close, it did the task
Is mediumship a gift of God or not?
in my defense it can't be taught nor bought
My natural antithesis is obsolete
I am an ounce of water in a field of wheat
spirits CAN intervene, & though I'm far from green
now that I'm old, I'm even closer to their realm .
October 2, 2018
Not for the contest,
as I have gone over my limited lines of 16
for your enjoyment only..
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