Kati Short writes

        LOST SPARK

It’s an ethereal thing that

makes you you, me me, him, her.

You can’t see it, yet

it’s in each person you meet,

it’s the part that cannot die

the part that floats into

eternity when time on this

sphere is over. Daddy’s left

first then Mother’s and we cried

then after months of battle

with the devil my own true

love’s crossed over. How many more

could we lose? How could we sing

with such sorrow? Yet how could

we beg sparks of such beauty

to remain in shells that cry

out in such great pain?

Now little sister is but

an ember who has our world.

Love met her at the river

and guided her across

where began the reunion

of the ages. All those sparks,

all those glowing embers, all

those spirits are shining with

the joy of great love today.

My spirit bell rings serenely

as I write.  I know Love and

little sister are near and

reminding me we’ll meet again.