Come, child,
Be not so sad.
Morning heals the night
And ghosts melt
Into angels
With the waking day.
Life dances
To a sacred rhythm
And eternity laughs
At men
And time.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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20 Responses to Ghosts

  1. rivrvlogr says:

    Nicely done, Sue.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Words to make you think, Sue.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Erik says:

    Sue, were the refrigerator magnet words just a way of displaying the poem after the fact? Or were they part of a limited pool from which you could draw from in writing the poem?

    In any case, it’s brilliant and only enhanced the more by the picture.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. jenanita01 says:

    I loved this poignant poem, Sue… and so did Anita!


  5. Widdershins says:

    So that’s where ghosts go. 🙂


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