Member Poem

It isn’t the last of her,
She may be singing from the depth of her soul,
She may be singing songs from the river of her soul,
Songs that summon the transcendent spirits.

It isn’t the end of her journey,
Though she has seen many nights,
To want heavenly lights,
The cosmos won’t have her in its room,

It isn’t the last page of her book,
The elements haven’t let go of her,
The sun still desires to smile at her,
Nature still cheers her.

Sing the songs that connect us to celestial,
Sing the songs that halo us with light,
Don’t wing your flight to heaven,
Mama, don’t ease into the night.

First Published in Poetry Potion.