I am a withered soul they say from centuries before
I've been a part of everyone and sobbed through senseless wars
Been mired within your sorrow stillborn within my fears
I've seen the world change each time as more and more the years
Have added up to sameness...with likened old worn souls
They interchange through timeless space mere seconds still 'on hold
I wonder of my purpose..where are theanswers found
The answers all you try to give are gracious but earth boundI know for instance that your spirit- perceptionandreligion
Are all the same in relevance ...call it intuition
I feel your wishes and destain and see inside your dreams
Those times when eyes say everything I'm in your heart it seems
I sense tomorrow and your hopes and taste the salt of tears
I've worn your shoes a thousand times through years and years and years
Spirits live inside us all...their whisper beckons others
Then energies connect each one brother unto brother
Hearts are lifted light as air or weighted down like rocks
Can't take being all couped up then think outside the box
Greet your angel ...connect the energies then listen from inside
Know that hope and faith are housed deep within life's ride
Your spirit is as old as mine yet much less obligated
If I can recall my past forms ...opt for a choice... then take it
I'd dwell with centuries logic-bound with knowledge beyond years
While you draw back and stunt your growth with doubt and senseless fears .
this so got to me, especialy at this point in my life, it i spired and touched me...
susan, this, I thank you for this, a keeper...
cannot quite explain, but this hope within or...?
ah, loved this, meaningful and simply much here that so connects as
the piece itself describes and it did somehow give me something special...
a gift of a poem,
for me, again...thank you!
mi
Our spirits are our souls that travels eons of times, and it is always growing. We should listen to our inner selves. It is always moving forward.
A wonderful inspiring write. I think every poet on this board should read this post.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2006
Good post. Listen to your inner self, because your inner self has been growing and evolving over the centuries, and somewhere in there, there just may be the key to life and its mysteries. But we go along cluttering our inner self up with what could be called junk food for the soul.
The spirit moves in this poem, susan. You are an old soul who's reached your full humanity and you are probably heading for a seat at the left hand of the goddess... blessings! k
Very thoughtful and introspective but well worth the second reading. It made me look back look forward and look deep inside my own soul to question just who I am. Poems like this are rare and you did a fantastic job here.
Fee
Life is a test. No it's not. Life is an ordeal. No it's not. We've been through that a thousand times. Life is a fragment on the path toward destiny that was determined eons ago. We'll just keep our eyes focussed on that.
Spirits thrive for unknown eons, the wisest of us all...why? They don't let fragmented mind habitat be responsible for their negativity, thus their disappearance. Your poem here like your mind, Susan is on the brink of evolution...this poem installed to recreate the spray of human intelligence...nice work!
What a gem Susan!We are all intertwined in so many ways. our relationships like used car always needing attention. You wrote this one with your wisdom pen Sis!(we are related;-)
The Harvest of Souls Crossover is a story that is exciting, vigorous, and full of suspense about the fight of good and evil in two realms, the light and dark world. The Howdy Family is determined to defeat the world of darkness, led by the seemingly
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susan, this, I thank you for this, a keeper...
cannot quite explain, but this hope within or...?
ah, loved this, meaningful and simply much here that so connects as
the piece itself describes and it did somehow give me something special...
a gift of a poem,
for me, again...thank you!
mi
Ron
Touched by it!!
Love Tinka
There's so much we don't know about this world and our lives, and, from my own experience, if we're not careful, our imaginations can lead us astray.
Richard
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
brillo
A wonderful inspiring write. I think every poet on this board should read this post.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Fee
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