Soul spirits stir in remembrance, aroused from slumber, long suppressed excitations idle, now again embers.
Visions blurred by vague, indistinct memories, further obscured echoes of voices loom imagined, audibly unheard.
Steadfast spirits seldom die, may go low, but then again rise, carrying the torch that lights and reflects in believer’s eyes.
Undeniable spirits surface, rallying, taking hold, recharging souls, reveling reality for treasures to tow.
Joyce Lynn Eggleston
Indianapolis, IN – August 2022
Inspired by high school reunion anticipation