Hereafter

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Poem of the week

By Ewan

Wed, 21 Dec 2022
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Some call it "The Hereafter",

as if it were somewhere close,

and not yonder, beyond our ken,

certainly beyond belief,

at least mine.

 

But there is comfort there,

for those still here -

and those on the threshold,

listening for the piper

at the gates of dawn.

 

For she, too, heard drums,

different beats,

in syncopated time,

jumping from now to then

stumbling over the previous minutes.

 

And these drums,

these cruel tympani,

played in her deaf ears

as they had in my father’s,

until he too heard pipes.

 

So we console ourselves,

with their strong beliefs,

held a lifetime

and know that they knew

they’d be together again,

 

on the other side of the sky,

at the back of the north wind.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

'So we console ourselves,

with their strong beliefs,

held a lifetime

and know that they knew

they’d be together again,

 

on the other side of the sky,

at the back of the north wind.'

I'm so sorry for your loss Ewan - beautiful words. Sending you a big hug xx

 

 

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Submitted by marandina on

Beauty and such soul. So sorry for your loss, Ewan. Paul 

 

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Submitted by celticman on

perhaps and perhaps not. Usually, we don't give a jot. But your parents. They're in heaven, or helll will folllow. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

beautiful and reassuring, thankyou. I am so sorry. It's a wonderful photo, too, bright and strong and in love

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

I'm so very sorry, Ewan, and this is such a beautiful remembrance. x

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Gentle and quiet reflection on the strength of their love. Saddened and sorry for your loss Ewan.

Best to you and your family

Lena x

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I'm glad you were able to put some words to your loss, I'm sure it helps even if it doesn't feel as if it does at the time. And I love the poem, loved the last two lines. Take care.  

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is our Poem of the Week. So sorry for your loss, Ewan. A beautiful poem. x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So sorry, always sad and lonely and jarring,especially so soon after your last piece of the loss of meaningful communication. I saw my mother-in-law (103) yesterday and after giving her a couple of books of cloudscapes and aeroplanes, she suddenly asked if it was Christmas, but was I coming in again, for she hadn't got my present, and then added maybe I'd like to go and choose with her, and as I didn't give a comprehensible reply, added, or maybe I'd prefer a surprise. But she is peaceful now, and does seem to be waiting for better.

I do hope your 'beyond belief, at least mine' isn't closed to the fact that you might one day find the facts believeable. Many have started from your position and even set out to investigate to show the impossiblitiy of the accounts of the 'hereafter' entering 'here' in a stable, and the later death and resurrection, but have been astonished to discover the accounts inescapably credible. So do investigate, please! … Rhiannon

 

 

 

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