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In the depths of our soul is where we accumulate a lifetime of questions, the age-old questions of life times past, present & future…

Of things we should have done or shouldn’t have done…     Opportunities missed, longed for or languished…                             There we keep the regrets of friendships lost or misplaced through some inevitable circumstance that has brought on a heavy heart.

The mark of a true friend is one that won’t shrink from the fires that burn up otherwise weak bonds.                                                          When a true friend is lost or misplaced in the fury of our stormy lives      an emptiness settles into…

 THE WELL OF THE SOUL   Bobbie Jo Curley

 

In the well of the soul…lies a question unspoken

Sits and answer unheard, boils the discord of fear.

 

 

In the well of the soul…                                                  Lies a child full naked, on the cold of the stone,               In the dark of the self.

 

In the eye of the mind lie the beauteous one             Stroll the old among flowers…lie the righteous of fate.

In the eye of the mind lie the words that can change From the real to the Veil………  that  cloud  over  the light.

 

Don’t shrink from the fire….that burns from inside  For it will consume you……if you are to hide.

 

In the well of the soul……………………………………

Lies a spark from the wisp,

From the breath of a thought,

Born to transcend the wall…

We must transcend that wall

 

Don’t shrink from the fire….that burns from inside

For it will consume  you……if you are to hide.