In the Soul’s Pasture

 
 

 
~~ 1 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
three dappled horses grazing
on errant starfire
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a signal from the horses
that smoke will follow
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a rose of hope is blooming,
nourished by God’s grace.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a plant of boundless mercy—
food for hungry ones
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
the dismal and forsaken
find themselves again.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
tiny, meandering streams
quench the pilgrim’s thirst.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
bombs and bullets melt away—
plowshares take their place.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
in the soul’s pasture
a spot where tumbleweeds thrive
threatening to spread
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
a ball of mud is lying
mid the sweet grasses.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
although some locks are rusted,
others turn with ease.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture
three pilgrims thrust and parry
with their wooden swords.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
In the soul’s pasture,
somewhere near the edge of time,
pipers play a dirge.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Posted on September 7, 2014, in 5-7-5, Sunday Scribblings 2, The Sunday Whirl and tagged ball, bullets, dismal, edge, horses, locks, meandering, pasture, plant, rose, signal, soul, spot, thrust. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

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