Perhaps appropriate to the season, it came from a comment somewhere “the ghosts were many that day.” (I wish I could remember where.) The rest just flowed from that.

The ghosts were many that bright fall day
And many a spirit did slip away
From all that may yet do them good
In the living world they understood.

Lost echoes they were of passing souls
Who drifted on with no eternal goal
they wiled away eternity
Yet their hope, so fleeting would never be.

Until one day a gentle light
Came to illumine their shadowed sight.
A familiar soul took a shadowed hand.
And led an echo to the promised land.

And so they went, one by one
Some rising up to greet the Son
Others refused the light of day
And in the night they fade away.

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