Ageless
The soul does not know you,
until you know it,
then you remember
that you are God’s secret hiding place.
Old soul, young soul?
That timeless mystery is,
and always will be a cradle.
You do not grow out of it
only into it.
One day you climb,
an invisible mountain.
You’re not looking for anything,
you are still hidden from yourself.
Then soul, like a hawk, plucks you up.
Of a sudden, you know it knows you
like a mother knows her child,
or a hawk knows its chick.
A secret is revealed.
You spread your arms out
like wings,
Will you let go now,
Will you let that cradle rock you.
Will you?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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