The Touching Of The Spirit

  ©2002 by Bud Lemire


Ever since Bobby was a kid, things would happen in his mind
He was able to sense spirits, visions and voices he would find
Many times , they’d appear as real as you and I
Other times they’d be inside, only his mind’s eye

Some would be the spirit, of a relative who died long ago
While others who came around, he didn’t even know
They’d come by with a message, for someone here on Earth
Some might possibly bring news, of an upcoming birth

Bobby says it’s normal, why can’t others see them too
They are just as real to me, as I am real to you
It has never scared him, to see them all this way
Some will come and go, while others drop in to stay

He says he wishes, more people would see them too
Because they guide us in life’s journey, in everything we do
It’s hard to believe, that many never know
The touching of the spirit, never opening their soul

He says they have taught him, new things every day
And knows that many people, let worries get in the way
More people have to open up, and feel the everlasting love
To explore the spirit within, and let it float above
Bobby has one last message, he’s not really here
These words came to me, when he whispered in my ear