Soul Clearing

Old tree

In the twilight times of sun and moon,
In deserts filled with sweet perfume,
We rise again to greater heights
Touched only by the tender hands of love.

We shall ever meet again,
Where the brave wanderers tread
And every path an open door way
Each riverbank a restful calling.

Beacons of hope light the coastline,
Our vessels beached on lands of plenty,
We are all unimaginably wealthy
with jewels buried in bright places.

To meet again in this silence,
Hearts joined on common ground,
Minds one in understanding,
deep are the clearings of our soul.

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12 Responses so far »

  1. 3

    Carol Welsh said,

    Beautiful! πŸ™‚

  2. 5

    Very much relate everything about this. πŸ™‚

  3. 9

    This was a pleasure to read.

  4. 10

    Unsungpoet said,

    What a lovely expression…so touching.

  5. 12

    woosha8 said,

    Lovely.


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