Poetry: The Great Mystery of the World

The Great Mystery of the World

The lines between life and death.

Are among the greatest mysteries of the world.

We can’t decide what is written in the in-between.

Going from something physical

Deteriorating to what we perceive as nothing.

The greatest mystery of the world.

Lies in the hereafter.

The veils between the living and the dead are thin.

Echos of lost souls escape through.

In moments of intense emotion.

Devastating grief.

Spirits slip between the cracks.

Time stretches.



In ways science cannot account for.

What is in on the other side of the veil?

Do we find peace?

Do we wander?

Do we remain lost?

Do souls wander because they are not quite at peace yet?

Is there unfinished business for wandering souls?

Holding on to something.

To those left behind.

Trying to stay behind in a world.

They no longer belong in.

Lost souls need to know their loved ones have found peace.

That they will continue to thrive and grow in their absence.

No absence is eternal.

We all shall meet again.

This side.

Or the other.



About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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