A Breath For the Learning Soul
As the moon brings the tides that,
massage Earth’s grainy skin;
so does the past bring memories to,
massage the human soul.
Like the sea baths,
the past collects new memories; cleansing them;
this washing dries with, the breath of change.
Riding change with great eagerness and
anticipation of every new adventure;
we come to know ourselves;
our place here and purpose.
Our souls will matriculate or stagnate.
The University of Life has,
no books or grades;
its’ lessons are learned by experience.
Stay alert, honest and compassionate and pass;
fail and you’ll have to do it all over again.
What will you do?
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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