Thursday, January 9, 2014

Soul surrendered

Soul surrendered silently,
stood back, let spirit speak,
and traced cool hands across
fear's brow; certainty released.

There was a moment trembling,
as sorrow held new court,
and then all fell, dissembling;
nothing as I thought.

In pieces broken, scattered
did past fall brittle sure,
a shattering of what had been;
the future then did call. 

1 comment:

  1. The soul may have surrendered, but I feel a touch of hope at the end when "the future then did call".