The Ghosts of Christmas Past

[LCK]

I wrote a few new poems over the holidays in rare quiet stolen moments. This is one of them:

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

As we gather for celebrations they are among us,
Some no longer here on earth,
Some merely parted by distance and circumstance.
But they are among us, around us, part of us
In ways only half tangible
In the flicker of holiday lights,
In the choruses of carols
In the stillness of a snowfall
In the unspoken half-formed prayers
God sorts from our sub-conscious.
They walk in our midst,
Touch softly upon our souls,
Telling us in their subtle heartfelt ways
They are still with us.
As we gather they are here,
We bring them forth with tears and laughter
As we include them in our stories
Relive them in their photographs,
So bittersweet this chasm that cannot be crossed,
Not yet, not while we are of this world,
It is they who wait for us
The dead, the lost, the beloved
Knowing as we cannot
That it is us who need to be found
Not they, they are waiting,
Waiting for us to join them
As the next generation takes its place
Around the holiday table of tomorrow
And we ourselves will touch their souls.

Laurie

 

[Strato Edge]

Wow! What a great piece! You use some great lines in this, I like it!

 

[TheGenericPoet]

This poem is very thought provoking, and yet a serenity runs through it, an 'eternalness' to it. I really doubt that's a word but its the best I can do to describe the feeling it gave me. Good to see you have found a nice place to post your poetry sweets.

 

[Achtung_Bebe]

very inspiring.