Hallowed Ground
I walked the store, where we had shopped;
not a trace of her could be found;
tho she was gone, my heart almost stopped;
for, I was standing on hallowed ground.
For most others, it was a place, insignificant;
for me, it retained the divine;
in its place, once walked one, magnificent;
the spirit of this love, once mine.
Later I drove by a house we’d once shared;
this house, the home of her dreams;
stolen from us, because no one cared;
by an evil corporation’s schemes.
The world had become rancid, before my eyes;
my schedule was simply devoid of purpose;
I longed for her spirit to become my surprise;
and suddenly, mysteriously surface.
I have come to see, what eyes can’t behold;
her spirit remains in a nearby realm;
I still can sense, what my eyes withhold;
a mystical kingdom, with God at it’s helm.
That kingdom, for me, is for another day;
where thought replaces sight and sound;
all will soon learn, who pass this way;
everything created, is hallowed ground.
I returned to home, where she had passed on;
wondering what all this life is for;
suddenly, I realized, she’s not really gone;
her spirit has just moved, next door.
Monty 4/6/22. # 1,053