Tag: Soul

Comes The Night

Comes the night
when my sight
will no longer serve me
mere ashes blowing across
the earth
so if I find any beauty
in the moon and stars
up there
it will do no harm at all
to stare
to spare
a few extra moments
in silent awe
to imprint them
upon my soul

In Truth

All we need to know
is whispered
by the leaves
of oak trees

and all we need to see
to believe
becomes clear
when a hawk
takes wing

A soul can’t be discerned
over the din of
trifling concerns
All the clutter
we place first
creates only
a dearth
of hope

Ease Up!

Be a friend
to yourself
Everyone else
will be easier
and life more
pleasing
Seizing
one’s own soul
by the throat
every day
is no way
to behave
towards the
greatest gift
ever conveyed
The mistakes
we make are
human not
dooming
documents
determining
our worth
We all matter
equally
Ease up and
you will see

Wholesome Prison Blues

My spirit is home
to the
fathomless
blue
that
blue
more blue
than the
shrieking indigo
trapped in the petals
of a Poorman’s Weatherglass
A blue deeper than a
gravedigger’s dream
after the last Mass
and two shades below
the belly of
foreboding storms
The consuming
blue
of the
infinite void
where to sink

Suspended

Contained

Saturated

Sustained

is the sublimest
of joys