Ghosts

Posted on March 20, 2018 by Sue Vincent
 

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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.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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20 Responses to Ghosts

  1. The Militant Negro says:
    March 20, 2018 at 13:10

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  3. rivrvlogr says:
    March 20, 2018 at 15:34

    Nicely done, Sue.

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  4. robbiesinspiration says:
    March 20, 2018 at 17:32

    Words to make you think, Sue.

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  7. Erik says:
    March 20, 2018 at 21:48

    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.

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  8. jenanita01 says:
    March 21, 2018 at 09:38

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

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  9. Widdershins says:
    March 22, 2018 at 02:59

    So that’s where ghosts go. 🙂

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