Jingle’s Poetry Potluck–“All Hallow’s Eve”

 

All Hallows Eve
An Acrostic

Any soul not yet at rest
Loosens the grip of uncertainty,
Leaves the abode of the dead, wanders

Here and there amongst the living.
As darkness enfolds earth’s visage
Lost spirits roam, hungering for
Love once refused, lessons to be learned.
Only those still in this realm who understand
What is required to seek fulfillment
Strive to offer hope and prayers.

Even these must wait to cross
Vast worlds and unexplained dimensions
Eventually to rest in peace.

Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

For more information on the origins of Halloween: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Hallows_Eve