Soul Speak

 

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. ~Anne Sexton

 

There is another voice that speaks,

a poem with lines that drape softly like garland upon the rails.

I hear it like a child’s cry.

I hold it that way too!

It is a message that bears no envelope,

and a wingless bird that still shall sing.

There is no thunder bolt of lightning.

No trembling beneath bare feet.

Just the soft whisper of a certain knowing

that only night stars can surely speak.

Its absence is a deeper ache

 like the kind in an old man’s bones.

For lonely hands hold love like reigns on a galloping horse.

Trying to stop it from fleeing too far off course.

And it is surely a weary occupation

trying to be a god of greater things,

when we do not learn to listen

 for heaven is trying to speak.

 

 Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 211

Happy Birthday Weekend Shay! 💕