Journey of My Soul

Sept. 22, 2010

I stood upon a precipice of doubt

When sudden stars above came winking out,

My loved one having given her last breath

To the grey stranger known to us as death.

He came as silently as fog across a lake

The one for whom I lived he now would take.

Rain upon the windows, fierce the winds

That day, recalling all my list of sins,

The years of work, relentless in my pain

I labored, but I labored most in vain.

Looking back I should have given more

Of self, of soul to one I did adore,

Yet inner growth is slow and slow to yield

The ego-self in its self-chosen field.

Could I have loved her more those painful years

When she alone in silence faced her fears,

Should I have walked in silence by her side,

My lovely one, my beauty, my heart's pride?

And then upon the day her body left

I was a husk of man, of life bereft

Yet knew that we were joined all lives as one

And the journey of my soul had just begun.