The Dead and The Living (c)
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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