The Shadow Of Yesterday
I have become, but a ghost of my past;
I wasn’t sent here to stay;
nothing in this kingdom was meant to last;
and I am the shadow of yesterday.
There have been many, who’ve come before;
and many who have yet to come;
in eternity, there shall be a great many more;
marching to reality’s drum.
Many are the souls from an odious past;
returning in a search for redemption;
in hope, their stains of guilt won’t last;
in search of hell’s exemption.
Other shadows are the souls seeking love;
for they are the shadows of the meek;
returning, with permission from God, above;
it’s for those lost, they seek.
Others, returning, are angels from above;
who have no personal axe to grind;
they return as emissarys of God’s love;
in search of those left behind.
Although I remain a shadow, today;
in the essence of time, I’ll be gone
I’ll still be a shadow from yesterday;
but soon that shadow moves on.
I study truths in thoughtful contemplation;
in the Master, I must always rely;
seeking the answers in self examination;
I ask: “Father, which one am I?”
Monty 9/9/24. # 2,330