The spirit
Who by seeing him
I believe was an angel
Was in an image of a man
But yet you could see through him like glass
His body was bringing out light
To the point he looked white
He came to the Irish young man
At the cemetery
While he was on break
Approaching him politely
Getting his attention
Suddenly he shook the Irish man's hand
Looked into his eyes
And answered the question in his mind
He has been asking for days
Saying "There is life after death!"
Making it clear to him indeed
Many of the people who had died
That he looked after
Were indeed alive
But a sad truth was revealed to him
From the spirit
Not by words but by thought
Which was
Many who had died have gone to heaven
But not all that had died did
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