'Spirit Passing', a Poem by BuddyBlack

A Poem, by BuddyBlack
2016

'Spirit Passing'

Even in the bitter of the darkest winter
When our hearts feel cold as river stones,

And our tears are but ice fields,
When we feel certain that sweet summer winds
Will never visit our chaffed souls again,
We must remember, and always know
That beneath even the coldest deep frozen snow
Sweet summer grass still lays green,
And spring flowers wait to grow.
And this dormant frozen season will pass.
So it is with the passing of souls.
One cannot live until another has gone.
Our hearts feel frozen, and life stands still.
But the warm spirit of that passing soul
Will be the warm summer winds
That will melt our winter hearts.
And our melted tears will give life
To the spring flowers bloom.