Be at Peace…

by Lynda Spiritdove Imburgia


 

The body is but a shell, a suit of armour created in the image of our genetic code.

It is the outward appearance … but the inward appearance comes from the heart.

When our mortal body dies and is returned to the earth, our spirit is set free to soar!

 

Mourn not for the body, which turns into dust, but for your own loss of the presence

of one you held dear. Rejoice for the spirit of the one who has been set free! They

are free of all earthly bonds and sorrows! They are filled with great joy!

 

Look forward to the day when your own spirit is set free to soar with them ! No

more death, no more pain, no more sadness … for all is joy! All is light! All is love!

 

One day we will join each other together forever in the place where spirits reunite.

We will see Creator face to face … and He will wipe away every tear from our eyes.

We will find eternal peace. No more struggle. No more loss.

 

We never really lose anyone as long as their memory resides in our heart! Their spirit

may be closer than we know! It may be as close as whispers on the wind!

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 12(6)
March 15, 2008
This poem is copyright © 3/24/2000, Lynda Spiritdove Imburgia, all rights reserved.
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