Thought of the day
Our shape shifting soul indulges in dreams
though it has no cause, being bliss replete,
so as we are washed away in thought streams,
distanced from source, we then feel incomplete,
until we choose to bend low at God’s feet.
At all times cognisant of our soul’s light,
we stand erect; a luminous star bright.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
