My Spirit's Bench

Once in a time when in quiet
my spirit winged, away it flew
it found its way to a garden
gentle greens sleeping, timeless hue
my spirit felt a calming emotion
peacefulness reigned at its best
it also found there two small benches,
on the second it lit to rest.

Sitting still a whisper is felt
softly beckoning there to see
to share thoughts and sing awhile
soon silence sang in harmony.
a kindred spirit sitting, glowing
on bench one smiling proud,
signal sent with soothing tones
as words in this garden, not allowed.

A color showed, that of kindness
thoughts on it were quickly spun
matched in texture during spinning
agreed on this, we were at one.
then came the color, that of giving
floating by we both knew,
our hearts in this both sharing
she on bench one, I on bench two.

A third color sighted, that of caring
entered it sang so light its touch
so sweet was its thoughts breathing
listening for others, needed so much.
last color seen most wondrous of all
origin winging from high above
the rainbow’s spectrum now complete
our spirits felt our Creator’s love.

A brighter pattern now appearing
a deepening trust shinning sings
a path on a sunrise in understanding
the richness of warmth to us brings.
my spirit’s flight now often travels
to this garden, its heart to renew,
we are two souls sharing, intertwining
she on bench one, I on bench two.

My Spirit's Bench

Roger Sampson

Oliver Springs, United States

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Artist's Description

When two souls meet, no matter how far
the distance apart, and a connection is made….
it is a good thing. The honesty, the sharing
of one’s thoughts with another is something to
be treasured by both. It doesn’t happen that
often in life, so when it does….grab it, honor it
and enjoy it for all its worth.

I wrote this poem for Trisha (Pagly) some time ago as we had connected as friends on a level that was truly special. Her favorite place to go, to sit and retrieve calmness was her garden in her back yard. There, words were not allowed, only thoughts and meditation dwelling on goodness. In her garden she did have two benches, she sat on bench-1 and I (in spirit) sat on bench-2.

She honored me by calling me Pagal, which means “brother” in Bangla-Desh. She will be missed… and always be my friend, Pagly.

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