Every now and then a poem comes which brings with it healing. This is one I wrote from awhile ago that I wish to share.
~Patricia L. Atchison – A multi-genre author sharing my voice through word choice & musings one sentence at a time. ~
Written by Patricia L. Atchison, Nov 21, 2018
When we settle a ghost of the past
we place it under the starry night sky.
So that it may wander up into the universe
and become a beacon of light;
A shining star, a map of where we’ve once been.
We can gaze upon it and recognize its glory.
Knowing it had a significant effect on our life.
Recognizing it as a light of change,
its beauty never obstructed
now a sparkling gem, a dot of fascination.
Where there once was darkness in its wake
now comes light reigning above.
A tiara across the skies of black
where we’ve settled a ghost of the past.
The universe shines at night
with stars of past experiences.
Just look at the Milky Way, full of many ghosts
from souls’ settling their past.
The night sky lit with radiance and light,
disappearing when the sun rises anew.
Reminded of again when dusk falls
and illumination against darkness begins.
We gaze upon the starry night sky
settling the ghosts of the past.
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