Saturday, November 13, 2021

Roses Are Red, Eyes Are Blue

He came as a lovely 'visitation',
dressed up and neatly shaven, 
never ever did he look this calm
as when he touched my arm
and slid beside me on a street-cafe bench-seat.
They say you know when grace arrives.
You hear the words singing through 
the silent lift of spirit surrounding you.
And then his face was very close.
His shirt was the white linen best,
that one he wore, when he was laid to rest.
He looked so well, his eyes were blue.
I looked into his face and said,
You are not dead?!
I remained still. I was so happy to see him.
Then, the last lingering vision,
was that these new-blue eyes 
were wearing?
the wonderfully white linen shirt!
With the 'knowing' of mourning,
this joy will be within me.


1 comment:

  1. Dear Friends,

    This visitation happened on the Winter Solstice morning June 21, 2010.
    Of course, it was cold and wet, but the sun was shining on the bench seat, he was wearing a summer white shirt, and roses were blooming in winter.

    And his new eyes were Blue, the colour of winter violets.

    Every day, every moment is a new beginning.

    Love and Blessings
    Bee xo