My Soul's Song

A poem about choosing to live in the light

I sing my soul alive each day,

With the grace of the breath of the great light

United and shining within.

 

Intoxicating, this song.

I am drunk with my life

As it fills and sates me.

 

Who will sing my soul alive

When my body lies desiccated,

Mere dust upon the crust of the earth?

 

I hurry not toward death’s door,

For its hinges creak in unseemly harmony,

Discordant to well-tuned ears.

 

Yet I feel death’s dark breath upon my back

As I hurry away.

The song of light calls.

Reviews

[OT]

you have a brilliant voice in your poems - and I do like the word choice too - it all fits together - so poetically - "for its hinges creak in unseemly harmony, discordant" - nice!

[FJ Davis]

Very well done. An anthem to survival--and the love upon which all others find their base: self-love.
Excellent work.

[Seshat Nidaba]

A celebrative spiritual poem, how much I'd like for a moment to be you to understand exactly how that feels. Sometimes I forget...

Your words are gentle and resonate with my subtle sensibilites.

[Ladysue]

What an lovely title...this piece is inspiring and beautiful...

[moderndaypeterpan]

AH! I love it! I feel that you have a similar outlook on life as I do. Life is the best drug their is. This is so beautiful! Check out my stuff if you have a chance!

[Veronica Chandler]

This sings a song to me. I wonder if death is rebirth or rebirth is death? Are we coming out of or going into other realms to carry on the songs intoxicating trance? Does it echo out into eternity on to infinity. Dust is dust but is it us? Or are we the song? I am not sure but I know which spin I like almost as much as I like this piece. Wonderfully honest. Beautiful Audrey!