Talking With Dead People
Whole conversations can be held
with just a loud thought barely more audible than a whisper
The dead don’t need to be shouted at since they hear every thing
And they listen
Sometimes things are said in anger
But the anger is never returned
The grieving widow rages at the departed man who left too soon
She screams out that the children have no company to keep
But the gentle words of enduring Love gently escape the grasp of the tomb
and rise to speak for the occasion
The widow finds consolation in her final conversation
Wherein an agreement is reached
He will wait patiently for her
And she will join him as soon as she has run her race
Somewhere the last remains of a soldier lies on a battlefield
The soldier does not have to say a word
The grisly scene speaks volumes about the atrocity
And each fallen soul repeats the accusation
When will we listen
Parents who have long since past on, visit our memories
And invade our thoughts
They talk about what was then so we can apply the knowledge for now
Little words that remind us who we are and what choices to make
Oh, yes, if Dad were here, I know exactly what he would have to say about it
A man passed away and in the moments just before and after his passing
he said nothing
His whole life was his testament and he had already said all he had needed to say
Everyone already knew who he had loved, who his friends were
what were his joys and what made him sad
If you knew the man, you knew he never was much for small talk
It is interesting to note that every sentence
we start in an effort to communicate with someone who has gone
usually starts with the word “I”.
I miss you, I hate you, I want you back, I am worried
And so on
We need to be mindful that it is impolite to initiate such a one sided conversation
Since as long as a person is still here in our memory they are still part of we and us
Finally, God promises that someday we will all be able to talk
with those who have gone before us face to face
We will all once again share laughter in God’s Amazing Grace
Mikeb