Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Thursday, July 23, 2009

~ Journey of Being ~

Constant fumbling
In vain, I grasped at Light
Inner ball and chains
Against, I fought with might

Abuse my Temple
My body which cradles Soul
Challenge my faith and will
Shed darkness, pain and cold

Truth maturely learned
A quickening in my Spirit
Cleansed, my cares no more
My soul grows bold and fearless

Heart open, embracing all
I'm connected with humanity
I nurture, my loving home
I'm being what I wish to see
© Bobbie Sandlin
This is one of's out there lol. I was reading something online and it inspired me a bit for some word play, and while I'm not totally satisfied, I'm sticking it out here before I delete the document and think "Ick..Do over." I like how it started, and was happy with how it turned out. It's basically reflecting both past and current struggle, as well as current reality and growth. I'm just not that satisfied with the words, but it might be one of those that grows on me lol.


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