the rain, the sea, the lake, the creek
the wandering soul does love
the clarity, the vastness, the flow
gives life and hope and renewal
the ocean, the stream, the waterfall
the hungry soul does need
the beauty, the cooling mist, the roaring silence
births arts and new love and a fullness
the puddle, the glass of water, the ice
the lonely soul does seek
the reflection, the reminder, the promise
brings offerings and thoughtfulness and a chance
is that all we are, spirit aside?
a walking “body” of water and so
the logic in our draw to the likeness in nature
ought really to show self love
i am but am ocean, vast and deep
a waterfall, strong and steady
a summer rain, able to gift relief
a creek, wandering, growing as i go
a glass of water, refreshing and needed
a puddle, fun and a little dirtied
and so much more as seasons change
what a lovely soul am i
About the Creator
H.
Writer. Jesus lover. Wife. Momma of four.
Home, style, family, relationship, poetry, and more <3
Lover from Long Past
Lover from long past, how are you doing now I wonder? Does your long hair still brush the chair when you sit down? Do you still have the same laugh as I remembered from high school? Have you... got married... and have a soulmate and sweet children to put a smile onto your face every hour of the day?
By Jerry Liangabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.