As I look into my crystal ball,
Spirits of The Departed fill my vision.

I see into the past, present and future,

Lovingly, sending you a message,
Only don't have a fright,
Outstretched, arms,
Kindness, from another realm.

I gaze deeper and deeper,
Noting, every little sound,
Touching, the soul, from beyond the Veil,
Over the realm of disbelief.


My vision is changing,
Yes, now clouding!

Crying, tears of discontent,
Reading, images of tomorrow, set in stone,
You, are faced with diversity,
Sometimes, we are afraid of reality,
Thoughts become jumbled,
Answers, become clearer,
Love, is the patient gift!

Bright sunsets,
Are often misconstrued,
Life is but a mystery,
Lessons, but a discovery!

© William Stephen Foos