As a Dove

Empty minds make for swollen members

bothered by fleshy tidbits and salty, sweet delusions

tongues ever hanging out to catch a new scent

lazy eyes rolling, buzzing about to find something

sparkly enough to land on, rub their hands in, vomit on, devour

Not that I haven't been there, in the dark, passing the time

until something knocks me out of my reverie

It's usually a whisper, a promise I forgot I made

to a particularly moving breeze

and there it is, I remember what it is I am meant to be

the firelight talisman, the standing stone, my reason

We stand there with bush ablaze, Moses faithful by our side

face aglow in the light of His terrifying presence, never again to stray

digging deep, plumbing the depths and making an account

wading in the crystal waters, our face to the moonlight,

memorizing, touching stars...

we have all been to the mountaintop

Truth be told

we live in the struggle, in the spirit as it meets the flesh

we are meant to let the deep and the swell

dance together

naked and unashamed

what we should have learned in paradise

we were meant to learn in the desert,

surely we can learn it again in the river Jordan

walking in our tainted robes, letting the waters wash over us

It is for freedom that we cross over to the other side

never to be bound again by men

Reviews

[Bare trees]

To be spiritually depleted is to function on earth's terms with all its bells and whistles in our face and our eyes. There is a lack of purpose as well and we can wind up blowing away with any tempting or alluring breeze that comes our way in a misguided attempt at pleasure. Good poem Misty.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the thoughts in this poem. I like the story and honest statements. Man create his own rules to obey and forget the desire of spirit and heart.
"Truth be told, we live in the struggle, in the spirit as it meets the flesh
we are meant to let the deep and the swell dance together
naked and unashamed"
Last lines made this poem complete. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote