Soul Strokes
You inspire me to be
less the thinker, the doer,
and more the drinker of spirits
from out of the Universe.
The Being being.
Then sings my soul
the gospel of the pines
and birdsong as we walk
in the glory of Springtime.
I am spiritual having
a human experience knowing Soul
resides inside a space of me
that only sings.
We are not Home now
and will not truly rest
until You take me to that place
and space wherein You dwell
with other eternal Souls and
I shall be no more.
Perhaps, You will return
within another Being to be
here to learn the way
of a human journey.
But I ... I am wanting
to stay Home next time.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2010
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