Soul Rings

Past ghosts,
hello.
How many exorcisms shall you want?
With every cleansing, there’s a
respite.  A valley of peace, an
island of hope.  A plumbed
depth, and then.  Eureka
and seeing,
hello.
You do not like to leave me long.
I am so very missable, for those
whose presence I will not
pine.  My body is warm,
a good oven.  Yet I
surrender and softly sweep
you spectres out,
goodbye.
Patience borne of sorrow,
I guide you gently.  Quieter
grace, nearer to the
knowing, more room
for imperfect flow.  
There is a welcome breathing
hello, goodbye.