Here comes the night called ‘Hallowe’en’,
that ‘Hallowed Evening’ of Fun and Fright
where Doors of Perception open wide
when Wishes and Fears hidden inside
come knocking, asking, demanding to be seen,
revealing, reveling, with Costumes, the Unseen,
Then, too, the Dead come out to play-
dark Shadows or translucent Wisps of white,
glimpses of menacing Shades or Ghostly Light
of Loved Ones and Strangers passed away,
visitors from Astral, Imaginal Worlds
costumed in Humans, carried like underlay,
overshadowing Energies fighting to stay.
Dread and Delight mix on such Days
of Dreams and Realities Created by many
in a Free Will Universe where anything goes-
this Realm of great Joys and horrendous Woes,
a denser Physicality than the Great Unseen
of which we, too, live in a Dream.
Within and Beyond is God’s Wondrous Light,
that Home from which All come and go,
forgetting, remembering, returning to that Light,
that Sacred, Holy, Hallowed Light.
May we ask in their names whatever they be,
known or unknown to you and to me,
that the Restless Dead return once more
to God’s Heaven, Back To The Light,
guided by Loved Ones, Angels, Beings of Light,
to the Love and Oneness they knew before
Within and Beyond, Holy and Free,
Every Being’s Birthright and True Destiny.
(October 30, 2022
Shelley Audrey Wilson