I feel him stand before me, a man 5ft 9, he’s going grey, a little stocky
the message not clear, the picture quite blocky.
He holds out his hands so hard and worn, dry and old,
A man of labour in mines so cold.
He stands there proud, but his face shows strife, Through his hardships of growth through modern life.
A family man that could show no love,
So difficult his emotions, cut into his layer so deep,
kept all inside, no one could see!
How do I see this as I stand emotion and anger from a man so grand!
I must show he’s feeling in any way I can, through my voice and gestures with my hands
He shouts his name, I cannot hear, my nerves and butterflies soon appear.
I begin to sweat I feel on the spot, I begin to shake, “I’ve gone to pot”
Out I look to an audience sombre, and I stop and think I begin to ponder.
This gallant man a message bringing to, the news of his passing to a favoured few.
He seems to fade, his energy thin, a breath I take I step back in.
I begin to focus, feel his vibe; the symbols appear, in my mind’s eye.
He shows me a flower, an anniversary near, an emotion sets in I feel a tear.
A sad moment I hear him cry, the day he had to say goodbye!
A family loved, loved ones special, only communication is my vessel.
A dad of two beautiful girls, a vision he shows of their soft bright curls.
Times remembered, of days gone by, of woodland walks and apple pie,
of scrumping and being on their bikes, while he holds the seat running behind.
The sound of laughter screams of delight, the sun so high the vision so bright.
I look out again to the people once more, a sniff, a cough, I need to be sure.
Amongst the crowd she shines, a beacon of light, the silver cord that draws her tight!
She looks, she smiles, she confirms, the memories that now have been returned.
This man she once knew as dad has appeared again in mind, not sad.
To learn that one day they will meet again, on a plane and land not far away.
An over whelming feeling comes; I almost fear my job is done.
I close my eyes and link back in; I’ll ask a question and allow him in.
I allow the power to consume me; I feel spirits energy running through me.
A current so strong the flow so deep, they’ve turned the dial, up goes the heat!
Our souls explode with an ignited spark; energy grows wild with tremendous speed, Spreading fast around my feet! The feelings rise, engulf my body; too late to distinguish, It’s out of control we are united together in our souls.
The electric air crackles, the energy high, I’m as light as a feather, my soul it doth raise.
It looks down to the ground and admires the view, an angel it sees, and I think it was you.
Tears erupt, happiness, and smiles
it’s come back down and disappears for a while.
He’s said he’s piece and it’s now been confirmed
I see his face and see him turn
Then he’s gone “poof” as if by magic.
He’s passing no more, seems quite as tragic!
I step from the stage to an open applause;
I’m hoping the message the message was yours!!