Re: Dying Embers -- Poetry Is My Life

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Date Posted: 14:09:13 02/15/01 Thu
Author: Belinda Bell
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Re: Dying Embers
In reply to: Peter Franklin 's message, "Dying Embers" on 07:31:41 02/15/01 Thu

>Dying embers
>
>Away across the swirl of time, beyond what we recall,
>Within a stranger shore than ours, under other stars,
>Two strangers met and found a bond that held them
>Joining their souls as one, melding hearts and minds.
>
>All they said and felt from then was all of one design,
>Always in each others thoughts, always of one mind.
>Moving through that different world, together for that
>time.
>Each moment had a purpose, a reason and a rhyme.
>
>But as their bodies weakened, and time did take its
>toll,
>This passion deep inside them still burned as at the
>first.
>The glow shone through their smiling eyes, gleaming
>As they guided each other�s faltering steps onwards.
>
>Time, as it will, took their bodies away, kindly at
>the last.
>There you�d think the story would end, buried in the
>past.
>But passion in the souls burned on like a furnace blast
>With both souls going different ways, their union
>passed.
>
>Eons passed by, the souls drift on in that endless
>search
>To find a host in which to dwell, to colour another
>life.
>As they drift the fires grow dim, as hope begins to
>fade,
>But never fully die away, glowing embers still remain.
>
>Each by each, in separate ways, they find another home,
>No longer lost and aimless, or condemned to roam.
>Cradled in a new born soul which they can make their
>own
>No longer without purpose, no longer there alone.
>
>Each soul now in a different place, of each other
>unaware.
>A shadow in another�s essence, secretly pointing the
>way.
>Allowing this fresh soul to seek out its new destiny
>Until it needs to know of this other self within.
>
>By chance these strangers meet, a distant memory rings,
>Only in the background these distant shadows sing.
>All is still too distant, a remote forgotten thing,
>An echo of a time gone by, waiting in the wings.
>
>Time goes by, new light dawns upon this helpless pair,
>They start to find there are things they cannot
>explain.
>Confused, they try to live their life, as if all was
>the same,
>But deep inside those embers glowed - knowing why.
>
>Embers now both fanned by love have blossomed into
>flame,
>No more confused, a vision clear, nothing can be the
>same,
>These souls awakened point the way and made it all too
>plain
>That this was no reunion, but two souls made one again.
>
>The story will move on from there, of that we can be
>sure,
>Which path it takes, and how it ends, I can tell no
>more.
>But one thing can be certain, as they pass that final
>door,
>The coals of love will still burn on, the journey
>starts once more.

What a beautiful poem. You are a very talented writer, and more than that, you have a spiritual leaning which is the thing that also moves me to write. We have within us the capability of finding our true selves, who only dwell inside of us, deep in our very core. From time to time, we hear ourselves, perhaps in meditation or even during a short quiet moment, a spark of intuition will come up.
I do believe that we have lived before and our love for another person who we have loved before, still shines as a spark of an ember that prompt us to seek that person throught our life.I hope that you have found that person.

Much love to you,

Bibi
pen name (Belinda Bell) I like the sound of that...

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