Spirits don’t die

I feel the spirits of the dead are still with us. Calm in their grave, their bodies lie, hoping our love and God's mercy will unclose their eyes! But it's too late. All they have left are footprints on the sand of time.

But Spirits don't die! Like a traveler, they sneak their way out of heaven and find their path back to us. They scream to us about the terror we are getting ourselves into and prevent us from the grave danger that lies ahead, like an angel sent to protect and guide us.

But we, on the other hand, are too busy to listen. The desire to explore, the craving for adventure, and the urge to thread our paths hover over us like a thick cloud. A cloud that blinds and deafens us to their warning signs.

I miss the good individuals who died in the flesh, amazing people whose legacy outlives them. And every time their words creep into our thoughts, every time I remember what they said when they were alive, I know their spirits are still with us. I feel the Spirits of the dead are still with us.

Sometimes I feel they just come to visit.

From the throne of God, to remind us that we are not alone.