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 writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. 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. The Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.


  2. rivrvlogr says:

    Nicely done, Sue.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Words to make you think, Sue.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. 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

  5. jenanita01 says:

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


  6. Widdershins says:

    So that’s where ghosts go. 🙂


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