Read her post on Unfolding Imagination, and join us in baring souls...
This wispy thing
frail and afraid
wandered deep
in forest glade
meandered lost
on yonder hill
cold, alone
went deeper still.
This gaping hole
ran muddy road
where the ghosts
whispered and moaned.
Sought a bottle
to fill a bed
gorge on words
fill up this head
When love came
it took the shape
of empty mold
to fill this gape
Some gave pieces
some only took
but I found my soul
when I had a look
in oppressive conference hall
Summer heat
dripped from the walls
my first infant in my arms
yearning, searching
keep him from harm
And then I peered
through curtain red
and I was freed
by where it led.
The curtain torn,
my heart made whole
This is where
I found my soul.
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I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you.
Psalm 139:11-12
He reveals deep and mysterious things and knows what lies hidden in darkness, though he is surrounded by light.
Daniel 2:22
Beautiful soul searching. So deep and heartfelt... I am touched by your poetry.
I have longed to write my own story of finding my soul but have not yet been able to string the words...
What can I add? This is nice. poetry is such a fabulous way to express the inner most you. It's nice to meet other writer's with the same instinct. Thank you for stopping by my site... I will be back here again I'm sure!!!
Beautiful Laura, that first half especially speaks to me, I can actually see that soul...
I'm so sorry that you haven't been feeling well.
I do hope you are up & at 'em soon.
Yes, Mom and I planned this trip way back in Oct. and we couldn't pass up the good deal we got. My sister Mel rarely goes with us lately because she still has kids at home, but we talked her into it. Yay!
Praying for you, Laura!
Love,
Valerie
lovely! i'm still pondering my soul search
This part touched...
where the ghosts
whispered and moaned.
And the end gave me a little chill.
oh, i so enjoyed every word of this!
lovely.
I love words.
you do such a work of beauty when you put them together.
I loved it.
"Some gave pieces, some only took"
... invites a deeper still ...
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