Those you love. Those <br />you have loved. Those <br />who love you. <br /> <br />They live. You know <br />they live, somehow, somewhere. <br />Listen. Hear them. Aren’t they calling? <br /> <br />What are they calling? <br />What are they wearing, as they call? <br />Are they wearing grief, loss; <br />your borrowed clothes? <br /> <br />Are they trapped in your memory? <br />Be them. Let them shine in you, <br />from out of you. They call to live <br />where they should live: <br />not locked in memory, but <br />shining out from you. <br />Be them. Be their life. <br /> <br />How you loved them. How they <br />loved you. Be that love, <br />Live that love. Let them <br />shine, so bright that <br />people recognise them in you; <br />wonder how to tell you without hurt… <br /> <br />Their purity. What they really were. <br />What they truly lived for. <br />Let it shine. Give them <br />the life they sought. <br /> <br />Listen to them. <br />How happy they are, <br />living in you whom they so love.. <br />see how they shine..<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heirs-of-the-heart/
