Conversation With the Soul
Once upon a midnight dream
Of fantasy in flight
I fought the degradation
Of a dragon’s appetite
My heart was beating stronger
As it broke my fevered brow
Breaking my resistance
To the meekness of a bow
All my dreams of darkness
Were the dungeons of my soul
The sad and somber wreckage
Of a savage in control
Soul, I cried, refuse me
In the pattern of my sin
Help me to be stronger
In my struggle for a win
Favor me with courage
In the carnage of my fight
Clear my path of passage
In a prefatory light
Strengthen my compassion
For the suffering I see
Flip the side of sorrow
For a joyful jamboree
Teach me thy persistence
In the moments I am weak
Nurture me with patience
For the blessings that I seek
Hasten thy forgiveness
In the mercy of thy way
Chasten my resistance
To the truth I must obey
Set me on a higher plane
To lift the needy poor
Raise me on the ladder
Of the blessings you restore
Teach me of the promise
And the purpose of a man
Lead me in the practice
Of a wiser master plan
Help me to be humble
On the highest mountain peak
Catch me when I stumble
In the knowledge that I seek
Thank you, soul, for teaching me
The truth about my quest
Strengthen my conviction
To be equal to the test.
Submitted to the "In Conversation With the Soul" poetry contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
on January 2, 2022
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2022
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