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.
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