Departed live on
Whispering from hereafter
I thought in honor of Halloween I would stray from my usual style, and so I present this holiday haiku. The inspiration comes from a recent conversation with my husband. We were discussing a trip we took to Savannah, Georgia four years ago. If you have not been I would recommend you add it to your future itinerary as it is a charming and unique Southern city. My favorite stop during our full day self-guided walking tour was a visit to the Colonial Park Cemetery. Established in 1750, it is considered by believers to be haunted and to have its fair share of ghosts. My husband, while observing from some good distance, took great delight in telling me that I was most definitely going to be haunted for all of my touching and photographing of the grave markers and crypts. (No haunting has commenced as yet, and if they are coming for me I do wish they would hurry it up a bit. Although here I sit writing this at 3;30 am, so perhaps they pulled me from sleep on this sacred day.)
I cannot attest to the existence of ghosts. I can tell you that I felt a definite presence of spirits in this resting place of over nine thousand, an aliveness that I cannot explain. I wanted to go back after dark to explore and to sit alone with these souls, but my husband was having none of it. Tempted as I was to scale the fence, discretion won out (with the husband being a police officer it might have looked a tad not good for him having to come bail me out of the Savannah jail, you see).
What do you think, friends? Do you find cemeteries to be peaceful or creepy? Is it acceptable to explore and touch, or is it an affront to the departed souls? Do you believe in ghosts? Do spirits walk among us? Share your thoughts, and do have a Happy Halloween!