Feed The Soul

Feed The Soul

Man, what does he seek; he searches yet he sees not.  Be it wealth that he would dig, till his hands bleed.  What does he search for; the gold that comes from the ground.  Or be it his true wealth unseen.  To listen to the wind with words unspoken, yet the understanding is there.  Be this place that which no man has laid his touch.  Oh see you not the red tail hawk flying, nor the great bear standing.  Cry out the joy of air unseen and the smell of fresh water without man’s poison.  The small fire burning, with the day’s catch cooking, can your mind not see the peace that comes with the silence, uncorrupted.  To live with the land and to destroy nothing; this be the gold that feeds the soul. 

Inspired by Janet

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A Good Man

We know not of His ways. As the  love of a good man, how does one judge this? Be it in the vows taken and never broken. Or be it just a "right living" man? Who is to say; I have no answer for you. For as the sands blown by the winds of time; what really happens to us. We think, and seek to control; truth be known we control nothing but our soul. If this soul is of light; then that which be your heart and mind will follow the brightness.  You will then know what love truly is...

Inspired by Pam

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Heart and Soul

Heart and Soul

I have no words that can assuage your anguish,  however looking in the past, is harmful even be it a loved one.  You must now after grieving move forward.  In looking to the past you will lose your way and stumble.  You eyes, soul, and heart is every thing you have.  Do not waste it.  Your loved one would not want you to linger, in the darkness of the great abyss.  This place will destroy you; the hallways of your mind  will be your only friend.  In this place there is no hope, nothing to build upon as you are in the darkness of despair.  Look to the light and find your comfort there, and with the comfort; be of good courage that the Almighty will love thee.  Find a place in your soul and begin to heal it, painful, yes, but move forward and let the darkness flee.  Then the light shall return to thee; call upon the Almighty and He will send His healing mercy like a gentle spring rain; and ye shall be refreshed.  And soon the past will fade; His light shall take its place. As the Brightness of His light shall begin that which be the healing of your heart and soul.....

For Cat

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The Guard Standing

The Guard Standing 

Empty, be the house when the children leave; as is the tree in winter which lay quiet.  Matters not the reason why the leaves return; nor the house no longer empty.  For once again the house filled, as are the trees in spring. 

Hear me now these words I speak.  The trees and all living things belong to Him.  Yet those in this house fall under my protection, blessed by Him.  Gifts given most precious for these are the children of my child.  I watch them sleeping; those small angelic faces, lay peaceful in the quiet. 

Once again the guard is standing; attempt no wrong here.  Wish you peace, then it is His peace I give thee.  Yet if harm be your desire, then leave this place of peace.  For the horror that be the guard standing will greet you; and this greeting unrelenting you do not understand nor wish for, I swear it.

Think me to old, you are as a fool.  Know you not of a father’s love be as the grandfather.  Love given, without question; my life for theirs from heartbeat to heartbeat; the guard is stood. 

© 2009 2010 Words the Windows to the Soul

Freedom's Hand

Freedom’s Hand

This place once lived in a far off land.  Her screams of agony as her death approached; blinded by our own faults as what I love lay dieing.  She fought the English over taxes.  Battled we the French and the Red man over land.  Brother against brother locked in war’s embrace, that no man should own another in this great land.

As the centuries pass she stood, silent without a sword.  Just a light given freely to all those sought what the forefathers gave.  In this land of liberty none judged by whom was thy father.  For in this land thy actions spoke of what and who was the man standing free.

Still come they to chase their dreams, to this place where one could have his say.  Right or wrong even if it offended, this liberty be part of her great light given.  And if your ear be offended then listen not to the words spoken; but admire and protect that which be the freedom. 

Still no promise of wealth or fame given; just the right to seek that which be thy wish.  To worship as one without fear. A wife and family safe from that which would say not here.  Freedom was the promise, safe from prying eyes.  Now come these that seek to destroy that which I love.  But here I stand to stop her death; even if my blood be spilled the cause was just.  And her light shall burn ever brighter; and in this light you will see the gleaming sword of freedom’s hand.   

© 2009 2010 Words the Windows to the Soul

Silent Mountain

Silent Mountain

Look I down from this frozen mountain, silent.  Into the valley below the road that winds, quiet.  Where be this place that man exists not; nor any sign of life.  Yet all is at peace atop this frozen mountain.  Winds be the music; the color of the cold.  Would that life be so peaceful, as is this mountain.  Can one help but see the beauty of the silence....

Inspired by Carrie

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Harsh Wind

Harsh Wind

To protect the weak, men stand; like great oaks in the forest. Strong be the oak that stands against the harsh wind; so to these men that protect the weak. Be the difference man's choice; or be it the Almighty, in His mercy. These, which stand for those which have not the legs to fight; for what is their right, life. When evil sets man against his brother; people cry out, still some do not hear. Or be it they hear not the suffering of others. Man, his greed unquenchable, yet to others the bounty unseen. Be there a greater sadness when men war against each other. Be it that so few can stop the oppression of others; be this not the will of the Almighty. Then why do we still war against our brother. Still, we fight and  die to protect those who can not stand. Oh cry out the sadness of the cruelty, and oppression of the weak.  Yet all is as the Almighty wills it. So like the oak, we stand against the cruelty of the harsh wind; so that the weak shall one day stand...

© Words the Windows to the Soul 2010