Ghost And Holy Ghost

Be it.  Light, persuading.

   At a loss.  To its heat.

Light loved as Christ was but lost.

I have a place, I have a house.


Here in the changing light each moment

   We sit ‘white’ –

Still and different to ourselves

   And more completely

 than the last second taught to us.


Blinded, we see every day our death

   And ask that man we passed

‘He reminded me he was a ghost,

   He was alone and had no need of me.’


He bid me goodbye.

  It is the unknowing I like first

At dawn

  And then as the sun sets

The thought of a ghost greater than


That began each spell and rhyme

   That our friend seemed

To know whenever he passed.

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