A Very Telling Poem
“Alas for those who die with their songs still inside them.”
---- Oliver Wendell Holmes
Soul means nothing
until we understand the language of crying.
The voice of the soul
is you breaking through yourself,
it’s an emotional keening
from the core, from the essence.
In music the notes are the means
but the music itself is - soul.
‘Proverbs’ define soul
as the flame of God,
the flame is not the fire, the heat
it awakens is the soul.
The flame is restless and ever seeking
alone it is unexpressed
soul is its expression.
Natural objects have form and substance,
their particular texture and patina is the soul
of that object.
Soul is very telling, and it is never false to itself
and so it must cry
until the inner becomes the nature of the outer,
then we may point to the heart
and speak the word ‘soul’
knowing that our truth is now wordless.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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