Things don’t always go as planned
We flirt with things we know are banned
And pay a price that scares the soul
And all those tales they take their toll.
The heart is tricky so it seems
And leads the body where it deems
We never really feel quite free
Unless we come to worship thee.
The blessings that we squandered then
Mock us in our dirty pen
See us to the open grave
At the edge we pray to save.
Death is all around us here
And we have made good friends with fear
Longing for the day you come–
Our ransom was a hefty sum.
I would flee and fly away
Give my heart the strength to stay
If I wonder how you go
Send your angels; make me know.
A Soul's Walk 
This would make great lyrics.
I agree…I hear a soulful ballad, this is great.
Thank you.
Exellent 🙂
Thank you Sirenia.
Oh wow–sometimes your stuff is so personal, relevant, that I need to lie down or eat something. God bless you, friend.
Cheers.
“Give my heart the strength to stay”–a most worthy prayer of a follower walking the walk.
Beautiful! If I could only put my feelings into words of a poem…
I’ve seen some of the pictures of the things you bake and I’m thinking you can put your feelings into a cake… that seems a lot harder to do than poetry. Also, though, it is a new year… and writing is a lot of work… no time like the present to give something a try.