Embracing Life’s Allness, Courtesy of Cordie B.
Who is this Spirit named Desire
That heats our soul like burning fire?
Her sisters are Passion and Inspire!
I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;
And with these three we learn to cope
When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.
What is this Spirit- deep and purple, red
That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed
That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead
I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind
That dulls reality; keeps us blind
of life’s true meaning for which we can not find
Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind
I am certain that Desire is real
I can’t see her; but I know I feel
Her presense in my every being
When I’m loving life and all its zeal
Once she almost vanished from my soul
I felt so empty; I felt so cold
I barely had the Desire to live
But she did not falter; in she would not give
And so Desire, she faught for me!
To grasp onto my reality and truely see
To Desire life enough to endure the pain
To Desire to love and inspire again
To Desire to help my fellow man
To Desire to hear the Robin sing
To Desire little things and the joy they bring . . .
To Desire to watch the children play
To Desire to see another day
To Desire to smell the lovely red rose
To Desire to play in the fallen snows
To Desire to feel the warmth of sun on my skin
To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds
To Desire to sing a beautiful melody
To Desire to write a poem or sometimes three
To Desire to watch the sun rise once more
From the sands of time on an open shore
To Desire to watch my lover sleep
To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep
To Desire to see the moon and stars
To Desire to one day see the the end of wars
To Desire to will myself to walk
To Desire to read; To Desire to talk
To Desire to cry; To Desire to moan
To Desire to sometimes want to be left alone
To Desire to shout; To Desire to sing
To Desire to embrace God’s love in everything
Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me!
Without Desire I would have ceased to be
As long as my true Desire is not for death
She will lend herself unto me in another breath
But one sweet day; I know not when or where
I will Desire to move from this life without a care
I will Desire to leave my body and move on free
To meet up with with kindred souls in eternity
I simply pray Desire will come along with me
~By CordieB
Written for The Angel, Enreal - She often inspires my words through her words. Thanks Angel Enreal!
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