Uncanny Goods. ©-MFB III
"The soul should always stand ajar.
Ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
-- Emily Dickinson
Let my soul just stand ajar,
like kids and fireflies,
chasing beauty near and far,
believing that they can
capture nature's highlights,
within their welcoming hands.
Never sealing gloom or doom
in the space that God has loaned,
to all who seek some shelter,
let my soul become their homes,
let my dreams become their poems,
one need never be alone.
Our souls are made of finest glass,
fragile but ...built to bend,
if we open up our closed minds,
letting prejudices end,
they can stretch miles to encompass,
other souls to call our friends.
On a shelf beyond eternity,
many pickled souls are sealed,
tight within themselves a vacuum,
lacking wonders unrevealed,
the salt of all their labor,
soured lives where hopes were peeled,
put away and stored to moulder,
till death left them unfulfilled.
So let your souls all sit ajar,
as seasons come and go,
absorb sweet scents of summer air,
all mingled with some snow,
a pinch of leaves, some daffodils
and tulips in a row.
Share tangy kisses, gentle grace,
dry the tears of one you know,
just flip your lid and let them in,
make rooms where folks can go,
not bottled up and hid away,
but opened let it flow,
you'll stain the glass sides of your soul,
with colors angels know.
MFB III Productions-(c)-2010
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