WORDS OF THE SPIRIT

May 17, 2002

Three times she visited night before last;
Three times as pleasant as dreams of the past.
My head on her lap, her eyes soft and gentle;
Not a word did she speak; our visit was mental.

I needed no words; her smile was sufficient;
Nor did she; she now is omniscient;
Nor is this so new, for all through our life
She discerned my thinking as a dutiful wife.

Just being together was all that we needed;
Our spirits commingled and somehow we heeded
What only our spirits were able to say,
Nor are we deprived of that blessing today.

Oh yes, I long for the touch of her hand,
Her every need to be my command,
A kiss every morning and often all day;
Life was so pleasant living that way.

But now that her body lies silent and still,
I know I must know that God's perfect will
Is to send her Spirit which I love so much,
Through which Oj and Dorothy still keep in touch.