Poem written for Paul by Michelle McWilliams
The eyes that see many things. By Michelle McWilliams
The spirit that lies within the soul, from a gentle breeze it starts to flow.
From the mist a vision forms, from gentle rain can come a thunder storm.
From childrens laughter to a frightful scream, the image of terror can be seen.
The sun that shines through the eyes that see, wondering if whats there can see me?.
The touch that feels, the eyes that see, the heart that beats,the pain you meet.
The gentle rain that falls outside, the storm arises from the spirit inside.
Hearing the laughter , seeing them cry , would bring a sad tear to ones eye,
The whispers in your ear, sometimes hard to hear, what they want and what they do
Trying to understand whats expected from you, when they where here , why they are here.
A wondering soul, lost on the plane their passing over peacefully or tragically.
Falling between the both worlds , as the vision you see starts to unfold,
Pictures they show , start to form and grow, feeling hot as sunshine or as cold as snow.
The pain that grips there seems no way out, when you want to scream but you cant even shout.
Lost is the soul with nowhere to go , wondering the planes still suffering their pain.
The aimless walk they sink so low , the loss of their love and fear of life
Through the ages they wonder ,no time they know , cant move on to the heavenly yonder.
Lost in their world and trapped in ours, a withering soul tired and mourning
their lives taken without warning
The years pass on and loved ones gone lonely and hungry they carry on,
Tears they shed , hearts they have loved , trapped down here , wanting the above.
So when you feel the sadness and happiness , laughter and tears , pain and darkness
Rain and thunder , think of the souls that walk the earth, wishing the way could be shown
The way to happiness away from sorrow, wanting to move on but they will be here tomorrow.
We brush of the tears and kiss our loved ones , hold them tight to feel them near,
We live without sadness and fear, live for today , and look forward to tomorrow.
But the souls that are lost still walk this earth
what will they be doing tomorrow ?
The eyes that see many things. By Michelle McWilliams
The spirit that lies within the soul, from a gentle breeze it starts to flow.
From the mist a vision forms, from gentle rain can come a thunder storm.
From childrens laughter to a frightful scream, the image of terror can be seen.
The sun that shines through the eyes that see, wondering if whats there can see me?.
The touch that feels, the eyes that see, the heart that beats,the pain you meet.
The gentle rain that falls outside, the storm arises from the spirit inside.
Hearing the laughter , seeing them cry , would bring a sad tear to ones eye,
The whispers in your ear, sometimes hard to hear, what they want and what they do
Trying to understand whats expected from you, when they where here , why they are here.
A wondering soul, lost on the plane their passing over peacefully or tragically.
Falling between the both worlds , as the vision you see starts to unfold,
Pictures they show , start to form and grow, feeling hot as sunshine or as cold as snow.
The pain that grips there seems no way out, when you want to scream but you cant even shout.
Lost is the soul with nowhere to go , wondering the planes still suffering their pain.
The aimless walk they sink so low , the loss of their love and fear of life
Through the ages they wonder ,no time they know , cant move on to the heavenly yonder.
Lost in their world and trapped in ours, a withering soul tired and mourning
their lives taken without warning
The years pass on and loved ones gone lonely and hungry they carry on,
Tears they shed , hearts they have loved , trapped down here , wanting the above.
So when you feel the sadness and happiness , laughter and tears , pain and darkness
Rain and thunder , think of the souls that walk the earth, wishing the way could be shown
The way to happiness away from sorrow, wanting to move on but they will be here tomorrow.
We brush of the tears and kiss our loved ones , hold them tight to feel them near,
We live without sadness and fear, live for today , and look forward to tomorrow.
But the souls that are lost still walk this earth
what will they be doing tomorrow ?
Poem written for Paul by Sue Stephenson
The Mediuim - By Sue Stephenson
The trees sway,
the breeze gathers its power
A silence descends,
like a slow blowing flower.
Passion within
the flame burning bright,
As he draws from his inner
with all of his might.
Twisting and turning,
the beauty within,
As he delves deeper and deeper
the words to begin.
A gift handed down
given to one,
Shared with so many
so many, yet none.
The spiritual core
burns brightly inside,
As experience pulls him,
no place can he hide.
It keeps getting stronger
burning so bright,
Emotions all haywire
as he shows us the light.
I delve down inside me
to find all life's answers,
And hide from the truth
not taking chances.
Yet encouragement felt
and given to me,
From someone so strong
someone who can spiritually see.
Poem written for Paul By
Sue Stephenson...Thank you Sue.
The trees sway,
the breeze gathers its power
A silence descends,
like a slow blowing flower.
Passion within
the flame burning bright,
As he draws from his inner
with all of his might.
Twisting and turning,
the beauty within,
As he delves deeper and deeper
the words to begin.
A gift handed down
given to one,
Shared with so many
so many, yet none.
The spiritual core
burns brightly inside,
As experience pulls him,
no place can he hide.
It keeps getting stronger
burning so bright,
Emotions all haywire
as he shows us the light.
I delve down inside me
to find all life's answers,
And hide from the truth
not taking chances.
Yet encouragement felt
and given to me,
From someone so strong
someone who can spiritually see.
Poem written for Paul By
Sue Stephenson...Thank you Sue.
