Open Poetry #49 |
The Skin I'm In |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This skin I’m in, this bag of flesh that holds my soul while I walk the earth a while, is mine by fate. God only knows why my soul doesn’t shine through another’s eyes. I often wonder what it would be like to walk a mile in some other lives. One cannot tell a book by its cover, you never know what you’ll discover inside someone else. All things are relative and by comparison we evaluate our condition. If I could spend some time in skin happier than I’ve known, I’d rejoice the sweet relief, then try to find a way to make those feelings my own. If I find myself in skin of woe and grief, then I will feel grateful about the life I’ve known. When comes the day my body turns to dirt or ash and my soul is free to be an unencumbered me I can join other souls in harmony. I believe I will find all that separates us left behind. If only we would have the wisdom of that vision now, to see beyond our exteriors. If only we could see that what matters most we have in common is Divine. But our flesh is weak, carnal, greedy and blind. LGR©4/29/16 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"my soul doesn’t shine through another’s eyes" I wouldn't be too sure of that, sha! ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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