IN AND OF A SILENT SOUL IN ITS WANDERING
Today is as still as
A crowded graveyard
Empty of life;
Yet the green of nature,
Shines in living glory:-
As a brief breeze
Passes by,
Silence retains
Its control.
Yet,
Reality, has
Its blissful
Moments:
Chaos left sunder,
As God’s
Healing grace
Nourished
My wandering soul
In the awareness
Of self-worth:-
May the cistern of grace
Continue to anoint my
My wandering soul
With navigating
Divine wisdom
And guidance:-
Your love pulls me like the tide
That draws a drifting leaf to shore —
Not with force, but with a whispering hand of water,
Soft as memory, deep as longing’s core.
Your love pulls me like dawn’s first light
Over shadowed hills of doubt and fear,
Gentle rays spill — gold threads stitching day to night,
Turning cold grey skies to something dear.
Your love pulls me like a vine to sunlight,
Seeking warmth beyond the cracks in stone,
Roots reaching in silence — tender, urgent, unafraid —
Pulling fragile green through dust and bone.
Your love pulls me like a lantern in the dark,
Casting warmth upon the trembling walls of my heart,
Each flicker a promise, each glow a guide —
A soft beacon leading me out of night to start.
And I follow — drifting, climbing, glowing —
Because your love pulls me home,
Home to hope, home to warmth, home to quiet strength
Where my wandering soul finds gentle rest in your own.
Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
In the labyrinth of dreams, where words are sculpted from silence,
I often wonder why I don't dare to speak my truth.
How could it be so hard to let the heart flow,
When day by day I play with sounds, with rhymes, with metaphors?
Would it be enough for these words to reach her, to bloom?
I already know I will lose, that I will lose that silent battle,
Which demands her as a prize for my wandering soul.
And in losing, I will crush the last shred of hope,
That fragile glimmer, that false light I hold tightly,
Just so I can keep going, not to stop.
A frail reason for this soul to remain captive
In a tired body, until that moment arrives.
An old song rises from the depths, like an echo of desire,
And I let myself be carried by the flow of thoughts, by waves of melancholy,
Trying to understand why words cannot tip the balance,
Why silence is sometimes heavier than any burden of words.
In this world of shadows and hopes as fragile as butterfly wings,
I seek my balance on the thin thread of unfulfilled desire,
And in every moment, I hope to find the courage to say everything,
To let the heart speak, to sing, to love.
As I stand at heaven's gates, so high,
With trembling heart and a wistful sigh,
I gaze through clouds of a golden hue,
In this sacred space where dreams come true.
Dear Lord, I ponder my earthly plight,
The shadows cast in the hush of night.
Will you weigh my burdens, each sin I've sown,
Or glimpse the flicker of goodness I've known?
I picture you there, with a gentle smile,
Radiant grace that could stretch for a mile.
What tales would you tell of my wandering soul,
Of moments of kindness that made me whole.
The laughter I shared, the tears I concealed,
The times I thought love could not be revealed,
In whispers of mercy, I seek your embrace,
To find my redemption in your holy place.
As the gates slowly part and light floods my sight,
I yearn for the warmth of eternal delight,
For the chance to be seen without fear or dread,
And to walk hand in hand with the souls who have fled.
So here at the threshold, I breathe, and I pray,
That the good in my spirit will light up the way.
In this moment of pure hope, as my heart starts to climb,
I envision the magic of seeing you for the first time.
I walk through life with grace,
A smile, a nod, in every place stepped,
I give without a thought to keep and feel proud,
And find my joy in kindness deep and helping others,
Each day, I plant little seeds,
With gentle words, caring deeds, helping hands, and sweet smile,
No spotlight shines, no grand parade, no acclamations and prizes,
Yet love grows strong in each choices and deeds made,
I trust in karma’s quiet and subtle ways,
It weaves through life softly displayed,
The good we share, it circles back, with miraculous intent,
To warm the heart where once was lack, and discontent,
For the truth, like candle’s glow,
Good karma helps and shapes my wandering soul.
Quote:"The ideals which have always shone before me and filled me with joy are goodness, beauty, and truth."-- Albert Einstein
Quote: “Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice”. --Don Blinding
I am a vagabond of heart, destined to roam,
My wandering soul finds solace far from home.
On urban trails, my footsteps stray,
And there, my friend, the tumbleweed, holds sway.
Together, we tumble, roll, and meander,
Through grasslands vast, our spirits meander.
Deer and fawn pause, bewildered by our fate,
As eagles hover above, in silent wait.
With no destination to call our own,
We tumble on, our journey unknown.
The tumbleweed, a companion true,
In solitude's embrace, our bond we renew.
A diaspora meets a diaspore, in chance's dance,
Two wanderers united, by fate's circumstance.
Thoughts of our origins linger in the air,
As we scatter seeds of life and care.
But soon, our paths must part,
As you tumble on, I'll hold you in my heart.
Wondering how our journey will end,
In cold showers or hot ambers, our stories blend.
I breathe fire like a dragon killing demons
And I fight hard to kill the devils in my heart
I blow steam like an engine running through the night
Keep pumping ‘else my motor’s gonna fall apart
I survey down like a falcon during midday
Looking for my next meal, seeking resolution
And I charge on with a wolf totem within me
Always alone without a pack to call my own
As I make the earth my throne I become apart
My wandering soul won’t let me rest; always more
I rumble on with a wolf totem within me
My teeth bared, I light the skies with my holy war
To seize the day is a battle fought within us
But we’ve gotta bleed if we wanna win the game
We all need a wolf totem deep inside our hearts
If we want the minstrels to sing our given names
A PLACE OF SILENCE
Desperately my wandering soul
A place of silence looks to find
For
Is yearning the voice of God to hear
And with His divine Word to bind!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
22 September 2021
Thine beautiful soul hidden in the veils of flesh
I have met you on the planet of love
Oh soul,with the butterfly wings
Where you learnt this art of seduction?
I see thy reflection in the bright moon
Won't you see the jealousy of stars?
Oh soul,with the moorish eyes
Why you compare years of seperation and few moments of reunion?
The intense feeling of thy love has burned my heart
Won't you smell the Pleasent fragrance?
Thy blood and mine mingled in the lovers pool
Won't you feel the level of euphoria in me?
Oh soul ,burning inside
Set my wandering soul on fire too
Beside the still waters he leadeth me
Shepherd of my wandering soul
I do not want for anything, you see,
My shepherd has made me whole.
I have walked the treacherous path
But I did not need to be afraid
The rod and staff my shepherd hath
I can lie down in both sun and shade.
When I am tired and, oh, so weary
He renews my spirit, replenishing,
Restoring my spirit when I am dreary
Goodness and mercy are my finishing.
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
And drink of the living water of life
The shepherd gives to all his adored
Who seek peace and flee from strife.
Written June 3, 2021
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June 10, 2021
I dare not look
Look and let me see
See your hands flow
Flow on skin
Skin not mine
Mine how I wish it be
Be breaking me for a while
While I'm watching you crawl
Crawl on someone
Someone feeling your touch
Touch for which I long
Long this day is
Is this just a dream
Dream about reality
Reality I'll never know
Know when I learn
Learn I wish to do
Do me a favor
Favor me tonight
Tonight please do tell
Tell me how to be
Be good enough for you.
Ignite the flame
Flame my wandering soul
Sole purpose knowing you
You showing the way
Way to make you mine
Mine even though I know
Know nothing is perfect
Perfect is having flaws
Flaws I do not care
Care I'm willing to share
Share with one I love
Love will make me smile
Smile and make me yours
Yours is all I wish
Wish to be one day
Day you let
Let me burst in flames
Flames of holding hands.
Time is my friend
Friend bringing wisdom
Wisdom of knowing
Knowing I can't make
Make this dream come true
True moment might come
Come and make us feel
Feel the time is right
Right the feelings are
Are we becoming one
One beneath the sky
Sky of hungry eyes.
I often dreamed of the lofty place
Where my wandering soul would rest in grace
Where peace like a long lost friend
Would lie upon my wasted breast
And the smile of an innocent child
Carved deep into my wearied face
Thus earth be gone and heavens bliss await
All the pilgrims at the gate
God guide my wandering soul
And light my perilous paths,
For I'm just a little man.
Cloth my soft nudity
And protect my head from folly,
For I'm a little man.
Smite my adversaries
And win my battles,
For I'm a little man.
Feed my belly
And slate my thirst,
For I'm a little man.
Forbid that I should die young
In fear of sudden wealth
Or the coming of immodest fame,
For I'm a little man.
I'm a little man,
Lord forgive my folly
And pardon my blasphemies,
Because I'm a little man.
Amid the whisperings of my wandering soul,
I grasped at straws,
reaching for truth,
but finding none.
Searching for one good man,
but discovering Him gone.
Seeking wisdom,
while gaining only knowledge.
Needing elevation to some higher plateau,
while on an escalator rushing nowhere.
Striving to attain the unattainable with works.
Unable to control my simplest situation,
from my souls depth, in desperation , cried I.
"Please Lord, save me, a sinner"
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