Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Soul-song



Before we know it yesterday's tomorrow will be yesterday and its unknowns will be known!


The trumpet of Today splays gold with Unknown’s olden ways
Where morrow-lands deftly unfold to worlds of yesterdays

The heart is like a phantom glove that fills with letting go
Time’s tempest spills a two-fold love that thrills and pains us so

For, to love is to learn full-force the bittersweet alloy
How sorrow summoned at its source is the harvest of joy

The eye of Want is like a tomb where gloom and hunger live
But happiness is like a bloom that flowers as we give

The spoil of toil is trouble, sure as the spark upward flies
And Time is like a bubble bobbing beneath boundless skies

One step and then another, love, is how we reach each goal
As surely as the touch of time siphons the skin from Soul

© Janet Martin


4 comments:

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    1. :) Seems I sometimes drive myself crazy with constant contemplation, but this life is such an awesome and brief undertaking...

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    2. Hi Janet,

      Really enjoyed your musings today, and especially these two lines:

      'The spoil of toil is trouble, sure as the spark upward flies
      And Time is like a bubble bobbing beneath boundless skies'

      I've been doing a LOT of soul searching, myself, for the past few years, and continue to do so on a daily basis. I have learned to live in the present, for the past has no path and the future's is foggy.

      Poppy

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    3. Hi Poppy,(soul-mate:) I'm glad you understand and I agree! The present, as susceptible as it is to the winds of change is the ONLY place to dwell!

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