When the Soul Speaks

Remember the days of pure joy
The softness of our mother's skin
The strength of our father's arm
They were there to keep us from harm

Like a search for gold, we would dig into the day
And dance in its glitter
Like treasure, the night, in its silence
Would take us in and be the keeper

Like years, the gold grows in number
The the night suddenly speaks
It has too much to bear
So it tells us to be its soldier

Some of us have ears that are strong
Some have it weak
All of us listen and the strong stands long
For the weak, the night has more to speak

However, the night does not speak forever
So our hearts take over

When our hearts speak
We see the faces of our mother and father
Then we feel their strength or weakness

Next, we see the face of the world with its vastness and splendor
Then we see the gold in its whole
Then there is something else that speaks- our soul

When the soul speaks
There is no strength nor weakness
For it speaks of love
Love that is behind the gold, the night and our hearts