Song of my Soul
Song of my Soul
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
My soul alive with good intent my steps imbue my labour spent, and I survive my heart relents the struggle that precedes me. My life is like no other bound, my purpose sought and meaning found; I can’t dismiss my hearts resound, my loving cause my will. For I can see the love within the darkest souls the heinous sin and bridge the forge to life begin and soothe a furrowed brow. Its truth that feeds a soul misled and honour found in sacred thread, the shell to crack and loving read reveals a life of bliss. Habits formed in ignorant life, where greed and self cause pain and strife, can be dismissed in compassionate ways, the hands of love a saving grace.
The sunrise marks a new begin, each day a life with or without sin, the choice to make for peaceful carriage, a life of sharing from none disparage. The path of peace if chosen brings the joys of life and pleasure springs, loving moments linger, sing, in open hearts desire. When souls imbued with love ensue the pain of life seems small. When deepest love, respect abounds and union feeds the soul resound, then mind and body meld as one in an earthly state of heaven.
When two souls are found and become one, the world transforms and miracles done, and every breath a sacred act and every touch from pain subtract. Life reveals in whispered truth the simple love that executes, a world of vision and possibility for minds to imagine and then to see. Creating what we want in life can them become without the strife, in love all answers lay in wait, for loving hands to accept and take.
My soul it sings of all these things, entreating souls to love and bring the open hearts of all who know that peace is here to choose it so. We all have choice, in life and death, our paths progress in endless debt, but loving minds do release from this to the present moment in knowledge bliss. To find this peace within your heart search for it in darkness start, for light resides in cold dark places, to burn a beacon and transform those faces. Alone and lost in human waste, souls need love and finding place, to join the throng of hearts accept, that freedom lives within our chests.
Love is a choice, freedom is loves reward. We are all free in our hearts.
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