Floating On The Calm
By JAMES GROB
Ghosts rise, floating on the calm
Floating through the black
Floating through the sorrow
Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
They fear no evil.
Floating on the calm toward God.
Ghosts rise
Floating on the calm
Through the Place of No Return
Through the Land of Gloom
And Utter Darkness.
They fear no evil.
Ghosts rise
Floating on the calm
Through the blue beams
Past the envious moon.
Past the sparkle of the living
Past the glow of lives
Lives which took a heavy pause
Then moved on.
We miss them, these ghosts
Floating on the calm
Floating toward salvation.
Ashes from fierce eruption
Floating.
Like tears on our lashes, we wipe the ashes
Forever from our eyes.
Catch a glimpse of them tonight
Floating on the calm toward love.
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