Bend, said life, for the straight way
cannot last, because there will be a
limit in the parts you need to play,
where emotions run like water
to hold you on the east bank when
what is needed is to go west, to put
down the heavy case of memory so the
load is lightened and you are free to find
the narrow lane where even through
deep, darkening shadows, light shines
so the eye can see beyond the now
and the sound of the Soul calls
in echoed silence, to show you
where the grain may be threshed
from the harvest of your Self.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/wordle-173/
If we are willing to bend our minds...i am sure there is an abundant harvest inside ourselves...wonderfully thoughtful and constructed poem..
ReplyDeleteOh this is so good. Really good, Roslyn.
ReplyDeleteLove this almost prayerful poem.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is beautiful, slow and meditative-- feels like swimming in a deep river to a peaceful destination.
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