Two Poems

by Vicki Perry

The Gathering

People of all walks of life do meet,
Each year and it’s such a treat.
For those that come, do laugh, and blend.
One more heart each time will mend.

Food, family, new and old faces;
From here and there, from far away places.
We meet, hug and share a tale;
A good time had by all, without fail.

Each time a heart will heal;
From tales shared over a meal.
We share stories, love and laughter;
To bring more healing in the days after.

Meeting with someone you thought you hated;
Leftover pain between you, opinions debated.
Healing your soul, repairing your heart;
Healing the distance, the space apart.

We share our stories, bringing laughter to amuse;
We listen to others, their points and views.
We live, laugh, and love a lot in little time;
We sing, drum, and do a bit of rhyme.

Each person is special at the meeting each year;
Bringing everyone closer, these times so dear.
In the past you were all one, held together by belief;
Together as one, though good times and grief.

Forgiveness is always found here;
For family is stronger than past actions and fear.
Every year we lose one more out of the family tree;
Binding you closer, to a higher degree.

We’ve all shared loss, pain, suffering and sorrow;
And we don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
Bound by such an event of pure shock;
Of which some outsiders only laugh and mock.

Only our friends, family and ones you hold dear;
Understand your suffering, year after year.
Whatever it is this year may bring;
Come share it with family, at the gathering.

918 Doves

November 18th was a rainy, dark day;
One of sorrow, horror, pain and dismay.
Loved ones with their lives did pay;
For what we believed in, that dreadful day.

They are now in connection with the one;
All pain and suffering now undone.
For them do not feel sorrow, guilt, or shame;
For in God’s eyes, you are not to blame.

They were taken right then and there;
To a beautiful, meaningful place where,
All were meant to be, that’s where they belong;
You will see them once more, it won’t be too long.

The rain storm blew in for those that were there;
To show you the angels were everywhere.
They chose that day to intervene;
Sending down tears they cried, to the scene.

Your loved ones were escorted to the next plane;
Where there is no horror, sorrow, or distain.
There they are smiling, watching us below;
Directing us, loving us, watching us grow.

They know you still feel all the guilt and shame;
They know too that you weren’t to blame.
For all is forgiven in that plane divine;
The pain disappears, the light does shine.

God’s hand is on the loved ones that passed;
And you too, praying your guilt will not last.
Forgiving each other and yourself too;
Is what he desires for all of you.

The children were blessed to be in your care;
They send you their love each time you give prayer.
Knowing your intention was good and pure;
Of this they do know for sure.

Each time you visit where they lay;
To talk to them, to cry, and to pray.
Know they are sending back to you;
The light from above, and their love too.

For each person that passed that dreadful day;
A dove was sent to earth, to light the way.
To open your hearts, share love with each other;
Give of yourself, bless another.

For all of the doves released that eve;<
The world now holds more light than one can believe.
Lighting your path through the rest of your life;
Bringing peace, enlightened spirits, and no more strife.

Each time a dove does fly by;
Way up high, way up in the sky.
Let your heart be at peace and know you’re okay;
For the dove and your loved one are lighting your way.

(Vicki Perry may be contacted at Her collection of articles for the jonestown report appears here.)

Originally posted on July 25th, 2013.

Last modified on October 10th, 2018.
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