Epitaph of a wandering soul
Throughout eons she contrives
to casting seeds and see what thrives
as she has done for countless lives.
Traveling through time and space
on cresting waves of light and grace
to be here in this time and place
of great potential.
By the trauma of rebirth,
and crashing on this spinning earth
to walk a path of woe and mirth.
To the beat of her own drum;
to laugh, and love, and overcome;
to act in ways both wise and dumb,
Tending to transplanted souls,
traversing over burning coals,
to wet her feet on earthly shoals.
Until her own angelic claque
blasts their trumpets ‘til they crack,
to guide her home; to call her back,
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2018
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