To have one’s soul touched
By words that free flow,
Free fall, through time, endless
Time … A treat as such needs
To be held tightly, but no so tight
That it slips through one’s fingers.
To have one’s soul touched, this
Is a true gift of the forces that swirl
Light gases within a nebula in
Deep space. Infinite in its grandness,
This feeling can be, yet it must be
Cultivated like the finest of wines,
The most precious of roses that
Might just within upon the vine.
To have one’s soul touched by someone,
A true gift a person can give another.
(c) 2003 A Riddle
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Reviews of "A Gift of the Soul"
Reviewed by Victoria Lane (Reader)
Reviewed on December 24, 2007
Beautiful.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2003
A true beauty. Lovely expression of soul love.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2003
Laura, well expressed and touching. Bill Murray
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2003
This is simpley beautiful poetry, and so wise!
~Nikki~
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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