Gisele Vincent-Page Poet Prose Poetry

Doors

Which door is the portal to my soul?
Listening tires me;  interferes with
God beckoning me.

Why is a question never answered?
Quit asking it.  Listen, there is a
voice calling you;

this great soul Mother of the Earth,
let me take charge of my birth.

I'll go to the banquet; eat,
rejoice and celebrate anew.

This joy is confusing.  But I'll be
full of life when I come to you.

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Gisele Vincent-Page February 14, 2011 at 4:13 AM Dear Andrea, it is powerful how these universal symbols unite us here on earth. We come from the same universal soul. Thank you for your comment. love, Gisele

Andrea Dietrich February 13, 2011 at 12:14 PM A very interesting one on faith and searching, Gisele. You used the same symbol I used for time, going thru doors but I was doing it for memories and you are doing it for finding something "out there" that is waiting for you. Yes, we all must listen for the still small voice. thanks so much for commenting to my blog.Luv, Andrea

Sara Kendrick February 12, 2011 at 3:30 PM Good one that is a testimony to your faith..Enjoyed reading this eve..Sara