Poem: Our Souls, They Are Not Dead

Poem: Our Souls, They Are Not Dead

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By Donna Sue Barry

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In silence late one evening, I found myself alone,

Enjoying for the moment some peacefulness at home.

A steamy cup of coffee with a shot of Irish cream,

Had lulled me into comfort when I drifted off to dream.

The mistiness around me draped my shoulders like a shawl,

While voices so familiar seemed to beckon with a call.

 

“Pray for us, please pray for us, and offer up your pain.

We need your acts of charity to fall on us like rain.

Please sprinkle holy water, light a candle in our stead,

For we long to see our Savior; our souls they are not dead.”

 

Stunned I peered in silence, as I strained to hear each sound,

From the shadows there before me as I knelt on holy ground.

Daddy? No, my Grandpa? Was that my late but dearest Aunt?

Did I hear the voice of family in this soft but pleading chant?

 

Pray for us, please pray for us, and offer up your pain.

We need your acts of charity to fall on us like rain.

Please sprinkle holy water, light a candle in our stead.

For we long to see our Savior; our souls they are not dead.”

 

Their entreaty begged compassion with a plea for so much prayer,

That I quickly sought the Face of God to ask Him then and there.

For Holy Souls in Purgatory, Dear Father, grant release,

So soon their cries are silenced when at last they dwell in peace.

Still if my Dad there in resides, or my Grandpa and my Aunt,

Please take them soon to heaven, of this I ask you grant.

 

With that I made a promise to pray and not forget,

My family who may need me to help repay their debt.

At that their voices faded, I could barely hear their call.

Quiet darkness overtook me, and I began to fall.

Then with a start I jumped in pain, hot coffee on my pants.

But still I seemed to hear the sound of Poor Souls as they chant…

 

Pray for us, please pray for us, and offer up your pain.

We need your acts of charity to fall on us like rain.

Please sprinkle holy water, light a candle in our stead.

For we long to see our Savior; our souls they are not dead.”

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