The Real Soul

      Not a seeker, I, but as a visitor
      may choose the pathway which the
      light reveals, and watch as all
      my questions disappear as though
      they never were.

      Yes, there are answers as I meditate,
      not in sudden flashes, but in stealth,
      delicious dawning on a thinner mind,
      sleep-deprived perhaps, awake just
      from a quietness that speaks without
      a voice, "I am a soul! I cannot die"
      and on the day my body lies bereft of
      breath, doubt too is gone. It is for
      me to join in that exultant ode with
      my new classmates filing in.
     
      There is change indeed, matriculation
      in a spirit life now unencumbered
      with a body less my own each day, but
      soaring with the larks of every age
      who make a festival of time.

      I am soul!  The miraculous creed
      of every man, the one pure offering
      he may present to every God, to
      every truth he knows, and in its
      reciprocity, the life eternal that
      will crown his days.
                          ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It's so nice to see something new from you. I had wondered where you disappeared to. I love your writing, how you combine the sage wisdom of age with the strong foundation of your faith. This particular poem has more wings, as you soar on faith. Love it!

[Dean]

thank you, dear one

[Tom]

Though the flesh grows weary, the spirit remains ever strong and awaits with willing acceptance, a glorious new dawn!

Penned with graciousness and forbearance, splendid Dean!

[Dean]

thank you,Tom