Sunday, March 21, 2010

More

More of you, less of me
The soul is but a tiny seed
Nurtured by the engrafted word of truth
Stretching outwards, they form great roots

More sunlight to paint against the darkness
To quicken this heart of stone
Breath life into this flesh
An elixir in wearied bones

More joy to awake the morning
Arising with a shout of glory
Stomach rumbling with fervor
Cascading upwards several stories

More love to bestow upon the masses
To anoint their eyes to see
A single flame can light a fire
In pursuit of destiny

10 comments:

Nalini Hebbar said...

So much hope in this poem about the things that you can do to make life better for everyone.

Kilauea Poetry said...

Really fantastic lines with so much substance here..so true, I enjoyed it all!
Hope you've had a terrific weekend!
Regina-

Brosreview said...

Love the final lines here. Very optimistic, this one! Well done!

Kay said...

destiny.... sigh....

Aayushi Mehta said...

Such a lovely write!! loved all the ideas you've put across, kind of spreads the warmth!

JStar said...

This is so refreshing! Very spiritual...

septembermom said...

I feel so good after reading this poem. That's what wonderful poetry can do for the soul. Thank you!

C Will said...

Hey WG,
Gosh this makes me feel so uplifted and inspired thank you for being an inspiration!! much love!!:p

workerv said...

Thanks so much, just what I needed... More

Saadi said...

Beautiful!! That's the only word I can think of!!