Let there be light/ let my tears be my words

11/09/2026 ~ michaelgcasey ~ Edit"Let there be light/ let my tears be my words"


Let there be light/ let my tears be my words

14/10/2023 ~ michaelgcasey ~ Edit”Let there be light/ let my tears be my words”

Let There Be Light ©

By Michael Casey

Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let children’s laughter be my hope

Let widows’ sighs be my conscience

Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers

(at least my poetry is good, let’s Hope Fatima rescues our world soon)

Our Lady of Fatima its time. to save the world please

Pray the Rosary everybody that sees this plea, end war and famine too

I wrote this in Nov 1987 on a Sunday on the way to work

I remember Keith Jackson saying it was poetic as I corner him

with the snatch I’d written

The Dead and The Living (c)

                           by

                     Michael  Casey

     I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said  not

     to worry as the dead are the same as the living ,  only the  laughter

     has left them ,  the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

     been lifted from their shoulders ,  and their voice has vanished  to

     eternity .

     In  paradise the sparkle will return for it is the  twinkle  of  the

     stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

     the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

     I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living,

     though I find the deceased are always more polite .  My father also

     had a few words to say about the living .

     He said that the living are only the caretakers of the  soul  ,  yet

     they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

      because they experience many things with their senses .

      What the living don’t acknowledge is that their time is  short  and

      when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls  continue  without

      them ,  without their strong ,  without their weak ,  without  their

      beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

      that it is a better place .

      Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free

                          THE  BEGINNING

 *****

from The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

by Michael Casey  (me)

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