Shining In and Out of Darkness

Bear with me, ghosts And bless us, one and all, you      newfound, long-lost friends. Speak to me. Speak through me. Speak to us.

—Entered from the Sun

Four times now I dreamed so vividly That, half asleep, I rose to open the door To the upstairs hallway, thinking I would see George standing there, as he appeared before, Spruce and dapper, ready to take his place Behind a podium or at the dinner table, The omnipresent grin broad on his face, Already chatting, foretelling a joke or fable To bring an evening to a jovial close

—The hall was empty and the house was still. The lights were off below and darkness rose From the steep stairwell dense and sorrowful. Out of these gathered shadows, George Garrett said, Ghosts are but couriers. Be not afraid.