Holy Ghost!
They’s ghosts in my woods,
They seem stealthy and quiet,
They’re watching me though,
As I go,
Invisibly white.
They seem to be moving,
With arms outstretched,
They seem to be calling,
“Come fetch! Come fetch!”
Every Spring it seems,
They seem to appear,
All dotted, about,
Hidden,
Here and there.
For there,
They belong,
Hiding ‘mongst leaf-less trees,
Seemly traipsing,
On fresh springtime breeze.
For, you see, they’ve,
frequented these woods,
Neigh, many a’ year,
From my good ghosts,
You see,
You’ve nothing to fear
In fact, dear ghosts,
You mean so much to me,
To me, dear ghost,
you’re more that a tree.
Dear ghost you see,
You’re the tree of life,
Yearly renewed Beauty,
You remind me of Christ.
You see tree, your special,
For that Mark on your flower,
Your Dogwooded beckning’
That very hour,
That, That Tree saved our souls,
Eternally,
Tree.
So carry on Ghosts,
You’re welcomed here,
From yesteryear come,
To enlighten my forest,
With the message you’ve brung.
That men are saved,
By your ghostly reminder,
And you, ghosts, are free,
To forever wander,
My woods.
With me,
Eternally.
Author’s Note: My Easter message for you. The “ghost” spirit tree placed on earth to remind us of our Savior and his Redemption of us. The tree which blooms the five wounds of Jesus on the Cross. Check it out. The dogwood blooms every Easter. John said it best, “For God so loved the world that he sent his only son.” May you catch many blessings in your Easter Basket or perhaps your Easter Bonnet.”
Might I suggest you go back now and read the poem as an Easter Prayer.🙏🏻
*photo by me out my back window, Easter. Poetry on My Mind, p94 https://www.tenbrunsel.com/shopbooks