Free (Poem)

Free

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Wait. What am I doing? Are those hums?
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.

I take the evening as the evening comes.
Beneath the moonlight and the oak tree.

Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.

Finding Faith (Poem)

Finding Faith

One’s spiritual path is not always easy to find,
Religion has never had only just one kind,
Much like people religions are quite diverse,
To find the right path, there may be many they must traverse,
Each is an experience and has truth to bring,
But only one will they find has that special ring,
Some are lucky to find their path the first go around,
While other’s searches aren’t so sound,
For those who’ve yet to find their home,
Keep heart while you continue to look and roam,
You’ll find the path you’re searching for,
Just keep at it and look at more,
For those who’ve already found their peace,
Show respect for those whose journey has yet to cease,
For your path may not be their own,
It’s up to them to decide alone,
When they’ll find their path is anyone’s guess,
But on their journey, I wish them all the success.

A Soul’s Rebirth (Poem)

A Soul’s Rebirth

The sunlight warms the frozen soul,
Like a flame igniting from ashen coal,

One moment stark and silently still,
And in the next vibrant and all too real,

Embers past relight the spirit today,
Life reborn from the withered decay,

Old dreams regain their lost hues,
Creativity once more starts to ooze,

The soul reformed stands anew,
A long-awaited rebirth well overdue.

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