Today I found myself...chaotic My soul the rogue wave Rippling the placid ocean flow Destruction a force multiplied Swept away by the undertow
Shh...I calm the waves Your restless soul I make you whole
Creation torn asunder Ferocious surf The thunder Of a heart apart from you Damage I cannot undo
I cast the lines To draw you near Its your heart I hear
What angel in heaven cries Sundown light slipping from ravaged skies I lie powerless in the ebbing Life of dreams slowly die
I give new dreams Unquenchable light Illuminate your night
Cast ashore Wrenching breath I fight no more
I am your breath Your living water You are my daughter
Writhing fright This fear of death This prison death
Donβt struggle let me Hold you near I am the death of fear TL Boehm 2007
I suppose this is an "antiphonal" poem. a conversation between my soul and my spirit. The soul wants what it wants. The spirit is pure....I usually live therefore from the perspective of my soul.