Preservation
Walking in the graveyard
The spirits know just who I am
No need to play a game
They’d know me just the same
I hear the rustle of their wings
And voices as their choir sings
I feel the emotions left behind
Some are dark while others shine
What are we clinging to
On this earth all green and blue?
So much we need let go...
Love is all we need to know
Love that gives to all that lives
Love that understands
Fire, water, air and land
Stewards for this spinning globe
Custodians of this divine abode
Before our souls are called home
And corporal bodies turn to loam
Let preservation be our choice
So the spirits will rejoice
The graveyard is a peaceful place
There I walk through time and space
Listening to wisdom and lore
From the souls who've gone before
N.Freeman March 2016
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