Love enduring.




The Spirit of Love

All is not confined by the tomb;
there is a spirit set free to roam
after the body ceases to be
and the soul has risen, light and free.
It is the essence of a loving heart;
what remains is the purest part
of the one you have laid to rest
with tears of grief upon his breast.
So, if you glance toward an open door,
hearing a footstep that is no more,
or feel his hand brush your hair,
or sense his presence in a favorite chair;
and if your mind cries, "He has died!",
then let your heart in faith reply,
"He is not gone, nor am I alone,
for his love of me lingers on."





Poetry by Barbara Carleton
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Written on 2010-09-17 at 15:37

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Damon
You are right my Carolyn has been laid to rest but is still here as surely as I am here. I see her in everything and every place that I go. I always know that she would or would not approve of everything that I do. I can hear here laugh when I pull a joke on someone or laugh at me when it doesn't go over the way I meant for it too.

She loved laughing at me just as much as laughing with me.


Damon
2010-09-18



Most excellent thought as expressed in your poem!


Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life's evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord's people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father's countenance. Gather up thy feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of spirits!

Angeles waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen, adieu, beloved, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet! AMEN!
2010-09-18