The soul lives contented
if it wants to change
into the beauty of
it tries to speak.
you will not sing, afraid as you are
of who might join with you.
The voice hesitant,
and her hand trembling
in the dark for yours.
She touches your face
and says your name in the same instant.
The one you refused to say,
over and over,
the one you refused to say.
to be tamed may be the loss of spirit…..
inquiry for today~ where is the wild soul showing up?
God won’t bee in life like a bright morning.
We have to go down into the shaft
And through the hard work of mining
bring up the earth’s abundance.
We have to stand hunched over
And in tunnels dig him out.