Soul, Speak

Sometimes I feel such an ache,
Such an ache which alas,
I just cannot find the right words to describe
Those feelings which stir so very deep within me.

T'would be like trying to arrest the mighty breathes of wind
within the heart of a most ill tempered August hurricane...

T'would be too, like trying to stop a speeding train.

Sometimes I feel such a want
To scream out loud, to courageously proclaim,
And even to lay my heart on the line -
and to surrender to those powers that be.

T'would be, like trying to stop sweet Mother Nature's thunder and rain...

Sometimes I feel such aspirations,
Such aspirations which totally overwhelm me,
And move me, and challenge me, and demand of me
That I should live and speak my truth - my loving soul speak.

T'would be so much easier if only I could surrender,
T'would be so much easier if only I could accept,
T'would be so much easier if only I could just be
Everything that my heart tells me that God expects of me.

 

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