Garden of the Soul

I desire. . .

Breathe in sanctuary,
walk among the wild stones,
be free from any adversary,
No hidden closet full of bones.


I seek. . .

Gentle grass blanketing green,
The quiet sky blossoming blue,
Life that wipes everything clean,
A spirit alive, wild and renewed.

I want. . .

The music of my heart to play,
The light of my soul to glow,
To be a hunter, instead of prey,
And stop dying within, and  grow.

I wish. . .


Written June 12, 2013