I travel the road set before me
Though the destination’s unknown
With trust and grim resolution
I know I must journey alone
But others travel around me
And our paths meander and cross
Then forks or a rocky embankment
Leave me searching, my Soul at a loss
With faith and some apprehension
My fear dissolves in delight
As a new road forms there before me
And I take the path to the right
Mountains swell all around me
Their summits lost to a storm
Then I notice the road ahead falters
And I drop to my knees, my heart torn
The road behind is but a memory
A shadow is all that remains
But the darkness glimmers with wisdom
And I see all the lessons I’ve gained
So with one step I tackle the mountains
I endure the wrath of the storm
Some Souls travel beside me
While others leave me lost and forlorn
When dawn caress’ the morning
And the road is again straight and true
I find I am so much the stronger
The disappointments I hold but a few
The Soul travels a journey
From birth to the heavens above
Though the road is often rocky
It is made easier when there is love
The Soul's Path - by Deborah Soukup
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I can't stop thinking about kisses.
And the urgent sculpture of moonlight
And the glint of July wedding rings.
Once the clock held the hockey stick
And the brownies
But now I have the birth of new colours
Raging in me, the throb of stars pulsing my lips...
Sharing light with
Kimmy ~ Creating a path between the present course of events and a new course, leading to new outcomes.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.
Dylan Thomas, “Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed” from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Used by permission of David Higham Associates, London as agents for the Trustees of the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas.
Source: The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas (1957)
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You often whisper words to me in my ear,
But there is so much noise around that I cant always hear,
You tell me when to run or how to climb a wall,
But when I can't hear your voice I sometimes trip or fall.
I can't see where we're going
but I feel the touch of your hand on mine knowing-
that were going somewhere
and I'm safe while I'm in your care.
You would never leave me, that I know
but please just hold my hand tighter so I can never let go.
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“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
- Dylan Thomas
Kimmy ~ Creating a path between the present course of events and a new course, leading to new outcomes.
That sanity be kept I sit at open windows,
Regard the sky, make unobtrusive comment on the moon,
Sit at open windows in my shirt,
And let the traffic pass, the signals shine,
The engines run, the brass bands keep in tune,
For sanity must be preserved.
Thinking of death, I sit and watch the park
Where children play in all their innocence,
And matrons on the littered grass
Absorb the daily sun.
The sweet suburban music from a hundred lawns
Comes softly to my ears. The English mowers mow and mow.
I mark the couples waking arm in arm,
Observe their smiles,
Sweet invitations and inventions,
See them lend love illustration
By gesture and grimace.
I watch them curiously, detect beneath the laughs
What stands for grief, a vague bewilderment
At things not turning right.
I sit at open windows in my shirt,
Observe, like some Jehovah of the west
What passes by, that sanity be kept.
Dylan Thomas
Kimmy ~ Creating a path between the present course of events and a new course, leading to new outcomes.
Kimmy ~ Creating a path between the present course of events and a new course, leading to new outcomes.
