About the Poetry

All of the poems in this blog are spirit-inspired. Every word came to me each day for a full year while in deep meditation. I simply wrote what I heard onto a pad of paper in my lap with eyes closed – meaningful, multi-stanza verses in mere minutes. I was unaware of each poem’s theme until I transcribed it later word for word. Each day brought new and wondrous discoveries about the world beyond our five physical senses, incredible wisdom, and messages of hope which I share with you in this blog. The last poems received are displayed below on this page, but the entire collection of 365+ poems are archived here in the left-hand column. You can search by topic or keyword using the search box in the upper left corner. May you find among them just the right message which speaks to your heart.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Poem #40 - Gone From Your Sight

Two poems today (#40 and #41)

Gone from your sight
But not from your memories …

You loved them so
When they did walk upon this earth
Their tears you wiped away
And then one day
In the blink of an eye
They disappear
No longer here
To touch and kiss and say
I love you.

But even though you cannot see
Their faces, hear their voice
Fear not, you’ll see them once again
In this you have no choice

For this is how the world it works
One of life’s most cherished perks
Gone from sight, but living still
In other realms to wait until
You’re reunited once again
To feel their love, to stroke a hand.

The spirit lives beyond the death of matter, don’t you see?
You cannot kill it – victory
Lies in the knowing that the soul lives on
Sings it’s happy song

And so just wait
You’ll see your loved ones once again
Happy greetings they will give you
They did not outlive you.
They simply waited
Your arrival at their side
From their sight you could not hide.


  1. Bob's cousin died unexpectedly last night and this is a very comforting poem and so appropriate. Thank you Suzanne and Council of Poets.

  2. Beautiful assurance of the life everlasting! I love the lines, "The spirit lives beyond the death of matter, don't you see? You cannot kill it..." This poem means so much to all of us left here on this earth. My thanks, too.