Wednesday, 5 August 2020

My Soul Is


My Soul Is ©
By 
Michael Casey

My Soul is many things
My Soul is empty, lacking in Love
My Soul is drifting, looking  for a harbour
My Soul is rocked by emptiness, and echoing sadness
My Soul is led astray by empty promises
My Soul is rudderless, drifting and rocking
My Soul is nowhere, about to fall off the end of the world
My Soul is in the dark, in the shadows
My Soul is cast adrift, without direction
My Soul is maybe damned
Then I remember my long dead mother
Just keep on praying, even if you don’t know what you are saying
My Soul hears a tiny tiny voice
My Soul sees a tiny tiny light
My Soul feels a tiny tiny breeze
My Soul catches a warmth coming from nowhere
My Soul is drawn towards something better
My Soul begins to beat stronger
My Soul  my mood lifts
My Soul finds a direction
My Soul begins to hum like a humming bird
My Soul is no longer in the twilight any more
My Soul moves into the light
My Soul sings and smiles
My Soul is free
My Soul feels no more burdens
My Soul is like a dance, moving forward
My Soul is singing and dancing in a field
My Soul is no longer constricted or restricted
My Soul is an acrobat freewheeling without a net
My Soul is doubly free
My Soul My Soul is part of Hope again
My Soul My Soul is part of Love again
My Soul  My Soul is full of Grace
So keep on praying, the Angels are always there
Even if you think all is Lost
My Soul is part of One Soul
Put your Soul back into the Mosaic that is God
For though we are Single we are still part of One










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