The Dead and
The Living ©
by
Michael
Casey
I first saw
a deceased when I was nine years old , my father said not
to worry as
the dead are the same as the living , only the laughter
has left
them , the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has
been lifted
from their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to
eternity .
In paradise
the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the
stars , the
laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and
the turning
tides are their sides shaking with laughter .
I treat the
deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,
though I
find the deceased are always more polite . My father also
had a few
words to say about the living .
He said that
the living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet
they think
their existence is everything , that they know everything
because they
experience many things with their senses .
What the
living don't acknowledge is that their time is short and
when I lay
their bodies to rest then their souls continue without
them ,
without their strong , without their weak , without their
beautiful or
even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only
that it is a
better place .
Percy the
undertaker placed the lid on the coffin, the soul was free
THE
BEGINNING
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