Believe It

 

 

By Bud Lemire

Passing over, is like walking into the next room
Believe it, because it's true, you don't have to assume
Those loved ones who passed, are often with you
They watch, everything you say and do

That Cardinal on the bird feeder, is someone you knew
You can sense it, in the way it reacts to you
The soul can do so much, no need to cry
They can be within a bird, or even a butterfly

They long to let you know, their love never died
And they are with you, with love, they're your guide
In life, with everything you are going through
Forever, their love will be connected to you

Their soul is on a journey, to learn even more
It started, when they walked through that door
While they learn over there, they want us to learn here
Enjoy every moment, let go of any fear

Over there, they are helping many souls
Because each of them, has their own goals
Passing over, is like walking into the next room
Believe it, because it's true, you don't have to assume

©Mar 15, 2023 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

Vicki just crossed over into the next room. That's
where your loved ones who passed, are. Even
though they are there, they can also be here too.
Those who love you, are with you wherever you are.
Can you picture me out taking pictures, and Vicki
and the whole gang are with me. They can't always
be seen by every human eye, but they are there.
So you see, you are never alone, even when you
think you are. They hear you, they know what
you are going through. They want to help you
with whatever they can. They love you!

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