Your warmth holds me,
I cannot see you,
Where art thou, O Soul,
Where doth thy hide?
I walk in pastures new
That now groweth old.
I return unto you
And cannot find thee.
In the hollows
In the woods
Where go you my Soul,
Why do I need you?
Within the pulse of life
The Soul hovers, nonchalant.
The threads of consciousness
Bind the Soul
Connect the Soul,
Where art thou now?
Amongst those twisted myrtles
In the ousing of the sphagnam moss.
In the chatter of the wrens
Or the songs of the seagulls,
Where go you O Soul,
Where do I find thee now?
In the graveyard
By the old yew tree
I glimpsed thee
In the ways of the past.
But the past is gone
And the Soul lives on, in the now.
Where art thou, O Soul,
Where art thou?
Soaring o'er the hills
Of my wanting.
Onward, past the trickling stream.
To the grant place of
Inner strength and light
O Soul, capture me.
Ian Matthews
25th October 2009.
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Kym, are you seeking the soul of the forest, the birds and the animals or asking your own soul where it is? Do you imagine it is lurking somewhere within the spirit of those things to which you communicate your message? It is a little ambiguous but then again, isn't that just what the soul is? I think the verse In the graveyard... is very telling. Do you think all souls hide in the darkness of our own personal graveyards, hidden within each of us? The poem poses many questions and that's a good thing for the reader.
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