Tractors And Bull Fights

A child transitions to the afterlife, then reaches back through me to share images of the happiness she lived while here on earth, asks for forgiveness for leaving so soon, hopes that her family will know that she is still dancing in the light of love, where she lives now beyond the veil. Here is a description of our dance together.

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There is a tapping sound
          In my head

Tap, tap, tap

Tap, tap, tap

Its as though someone has something to say

What would you like, Little Spirit?

Is it a game you’re playing with my heart?

Come out where I can see you!

And now there is silence
          But I know you are there

                    I can feel you in my heart

Come out, come out
          Wherever you are!

Little Spirit stands in light
          Hands behind her back
                    Facing me but
                              I can’t see her face

Standing on the road
          A dirt road

A country road

Suffused in light

Lemonade stands
          And daisy chains

Wheat fields
          And bugs
                    And chewing on straw

Bicycles
          And overalls

     Cool angels breath

I can feel your breath
          Blowing softly on my face, Spirit

It makes me laugh
          And dance inside

It tickles my heart!

Let me bask in the feel of it
          Oooo

Is there something you wish to convey?

 

Sunshine kisses the backs of our necks
          Each day
                    As we work and play

                              Plenty of both

I loved it all!

Tractors and
          Bull fights

Open fields and
          Fences…

Is that why you are here?

The tractors’ been hot wired
          And we’re playing where we shouldn’t . . . .

Angel’s breath

Cool breeze on my face

Macy slipped

Macy fell where she shouldn’t have been and
     Now she’s gone

Did they forgive me?

I never knew. . .

Would they forgive me
     For being there, too?

Two of us gone
     On a bright afternoon

Two of us gone too soon

Is there something you’d like to say, Spirit?

     Only that we’re fine

We’re happy
     It’s warm here, too!

Don’t worry . . . .

We’re happy here!

 

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These little spirits are still joyfully playing in the light, just as they always did. They think of you, with love in their hearts, and hope you understand that all is well with them.

 

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