#237
Mr. Death
Death sat down beside me
In my ratty little boat
That had sprung a leak beneath me
And would no longer float.
"Well, Mr. Death," I said to him,
"Are you here to take my soul?"
"Just your life, you silly man!
Your soul's another's goal!"
#229
Holy Longing
There's a hole in my self, I discover,
A boulder size hole in my soul.
Nothing I dump in will fill it;
But seeking's become my life's goal.
#176
Choice
The Devil's at the crossroads,
Eager for a deal:
He'll give you all the World you want
Just your soul to steal.
#171
December 2011
Jupiter rules the star-rich night,
An ancient god cast out of light,
And yet, cast out he is indeed,
Replaced by the God of the Nicene Creed,
Who loves each planet, rock, and tree,
Who loves each soul--Adam to Thee.
#129
The Lost Soul
My mind has gone dead;
Now I know why:
My body went first
And I've no tears to cry.
Alas for my soul
That lingers behind,
Confused and defeated
With no one to mind.
#91
Ash Wednesday
"Ashes to ashes;
Dust to dust":
My soul would be golden,
Though it's nothing but rust.
I scrub and I scour
From daylight to dusk,
And though I weigh plenty,
I'm nothing but husk!
Tossed to the wind
I'd soon disappear;
Only real substance
Has nothing to fear.
Lord, make me precious,
Take my poor clay,
Make a real person:
On this day I pray.
I should call this bit of verse a tangle of metaphor, but after fussing at it for the last few days, I decided it would stand, and it wasn't about to get better.
