all our holy ghosts
live in us, and we in them –
love’s eternal haunting:
*
blithe spirits spook us
from deserted dunes – singing
sands, rustled by winds –
*
heartbeat-storms roil round
the beach, rouse stomping wildness,
clamour in our veins:
*
we are the children
– and parents – of the past
in love’s family
*
whose children succeed
give birth to generations
for eternity
*
mother father child
live and grow and give their love
timeless trinity
*
all our holy ghosts
live in us as we in them
we are love eternal
*
Omm
Spring 2018
The Ghosts of Summer are Waking right now
– Waking and Walking and Stirring up dreams.
Thank you for sharing this fresh haiku chain.
Thank you for your thoughts about dreams being stirred up by the waking ghosts of summer, Nadja – and may all sorts of beneficent freshnesses waft through your own world as spring takes off.
The haiku are powerful and affecting, moving.
In fact, I admit I welled up at the evocation of family and the succession of generations, the parents, the children and their clearly mutual love.
I like to think that my own grandparents in some way live on in me and in my children, their great grandchildren. And that these connections have persisted and will persist throughout humanity’s unfortunately short history.
The Holy Ghost Is one of the Christian mysteries which is quite beyond me, although I accept it as part of the C of E of course.
I quite admire how this poem elides the Holy Ghost, without mocking or undermining the HG.
The shifting sands, in the photograph, made me feel uneasy, almost nauseous.
I wonder if that was deliberate?
Yes, there is something at once disquieting and comforting in the idea of holy ghosts and spirits among us.