Poem -
HOUSE FOR A HEART
How do I tell you...
Of the pen in my hand
That writes wordsΒ
From the other
I do not form or command
How do I tell you...
That in loneliest angst
And bitterest strife
I am never aloneΒ
On this pathway called life
How do I tell you...
That this body is not mine
Merely guise for a part
A flesh and blood armour
Just a house for a heart
How do I tell you...
That we are all things unseen
All things that are
All things that have been
And all things inbetween
That we are nowhereΒ
And everywhere
Nothing and all
Insignificant tiny
Magnificent tall
How do I tell you...
That at the end of our plight
The truth shall be known
That when the moment is right
We shall journey back home.
Marion Price(2019)
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Comments
Brilliant luv How do I tell at all xxx
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I absolutely LOVE the metaphysical nature of
this work which very well expresses the profound
interconnectedness of all things, and points out
theΒ
'thing in self" (as Kant called it) which is not of
the flesh, but something higher, and everlasting.
your style is unique my friend.
Yes but if I don't believe in conventional gods...how to explain it??...how to know something deep in the soul that every day life and reason negate?? Thankyou I appreciate your feedback π