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A Poem from a Deceased Loved One

By Sean M. Kelly

Over the years I’ve delivered a lot of professional development training courses to companies in Ireland and abroad. On one particular occasion I was getting the room ready to deliver a stress management course for a large Irish bank. Phil, a lady from the bank who was helping me to set up, told me that the husband of one of her friends, Joan, had just been diagnosed with cancer and had been given three months to live. As my father had died from cancer, I felt a lot of compassion for Joan and her husband facing this huge challenge. Three months passed, and I heard that Joan’s husband had died almost three months to the day after the diagnosis. This, of course, stirred up more feelings of compassion within me. I had also recently finished writing a book about my dad dying from cancer and what had happened in my life subsequently. I felt a nudge from the universe to send a copy to Joan even though I had never met her!

When faced with decisions like this, our rational mind will often try and put us off the idea–the “what will the neighbors think?” sort of mantra! “I had never met Joan, so who was I to send her a book I had written? What would she think when she received it from someone she didn’t know?” Well, sometimes we have to “walk on air against our better judgment,’’ as the Nobel Prize-winning poet, Seamus Heaney, so wisely said. So I decided to walk on air–I posted the book to Joan. I also had to give the book with no conditions attached. Sometimes we give things to people expecting something in return, and if we don’t get something, we resent them. This is a very limited and unhealthy form of giving. When thoughts of, “I wonder what Joan thought of the book,” or “I still haven’t heard anything from Joan,” came to mind, I had to remind myself to be totally detached. I had to leave it in the hands of the universal intelligence, God. I was simply playing my part. Of course, once we detach from the very thing we sought, it often comes to us anyway!

After a number of months I received a lovely letter of thanks from Joan, and I felt I should return the compliment. Synchronistically, at the time I was learning about angels and how they can help us in any area of our life if we ask them for help, and also how they often send us guidance. The trick is to be still enough and aware enough to hear or feel this guidance.

The following Sunday morning I awoke at about 5 a.m. and just lay in bed allowing thoughts and inspirations to come to mind. As I thought about what I was learning about angels, I wondered if it would be possible to write poems for people who had lost a loved one as if that poem came from their deceased loved one. “Well, I have written poems in the past for the family of a friend who died, and for my own family on the first Christmas after our father died,” I thought, “so yes, this is possible.” My rational mind then came back in with, “Oh Sean, go back to sleep; it’s too early!” Still I could not get back to sleep. “Go on downstairs and have a go,” my heart was prompting me. After a few more prompts, I got myself out of my warm bed to have a go.

I thought I would write a poem for Joan from her deceased husband. It was a lovely, bright summer morning. The house was really quiet and peaceful. I lit a candle and sat at our kitchen table. I asked for guidance and let go of any personal agenda. The only intention was to capture in words what I felt most guided to write. The poem flowed absolutely effortlessly, and when I had written it, I was delighted because I felt I had really captured the two messages–Dave was still with her, and it’s ok to have another relationship. Now what about the title? The first one that came to mind was, “To Joan from Dave,” but then my rational mind kicked in–“Remember, you have never met this person; what will she think when she receives a poem from you as if it’s written by her deceased husband? It’s totally crazy, Sean!” I quieted that side of my mind and asked the question, “If I were Dave, what would I like the poem to be called?” Immediately I knew; I would call it, To Joan from Dave. I wrote a short cover letter for Joan and sealed the poem in an envelope, ready for posting. The letter was hanging around the house for a few days before I posted it. Again I had to remind myself of unconditional giving. I was simply being a messenger. However, I still wondered what she thought of it; did it help her? “Oh, my God,” I thought, “I hope it didn’t upset her!”

A couple of weeks later, I received a message on my mobile phone from Phil, my friend at the bank who had originally told me about Joan. I wondered why she had phoned me, as I knew she was on holiday. At the time I was in a playground with my children and suddenly just wanted to go home! My rational mind started going crazy with thoughts like, “She’s heard from Joan and is wondering if I am some sort of ‘nutter’,” or “The poem has really upset Joan and now everyone in the bank knows, and I’ll never get work there again!” I started giving out to myself, thinking things like–“I’m getting out of all this psychological, psychic and angelic stuff; it’s totally mad and a complete load of rubbish! That’s it. I’ve had enough!” After about twenty minutes of mental turmoil and sweat I managed to get Phil on the phone. This was the conversation:

“Hi, Sean.”

“Hi, how are you, Phil?” I awaited her reply.

“Sean, Joan received your poem.”

“Oh, did she? Great, and are you enjoying your holiday, Phil?”

“Sean, did you know anything about Joan before you sent the poem?” Phil asked.

“No. What do you mean?”

“Well, the very day Joan received your poem she was going into hospital for surgery for breast cancer, with which she’d just been diagnosed! Your poem really helped her and gave her great strength, as she felt Dave was with her.”

Her words sent shivers down my spine; but I will also admit they were a bit of a relief, as they meant I hadn’t upset Joan. Well, I really didn’t know what to say. I was absolutely and totally amazed. How could all this have happened so perfectly? Who orchestrated such perfect synchronicity? Would it have happened if I hadn’t followed my heart and sent the book about my dad? Would it have happened if Phil hadn’t asked me to deliver a course for the bank? Would it have happened if I hadn’t got up out of bed that morning to write the poem? Would it have happened if Joan hadn’t met Dave?

The truth is I really don’t know. However, it was a great example of the infinite loving and organizing intelligence of the universe.

Not long after that, Joan wrote to me about the whole experience, and thankfully had fully recovered from the breast cancer.

It’s such a wonderfully strange and mysterious world! What must we do? We must allow ourselves to be used as instruments of the universal intelligence. Is it always easy? Not in my experience. Is it incredibly humbling and fulfilling? Absolutely. Will you touch people in ways that touch on the divine and the miraculous? Absolutely you will. What do you need to do? Follow the promptings of your beautiful heart.