Soul making

I heard the teachings
and they were good.
They were like the morning sun
rising in the sky.

But I said to myself,
what of my soul?

What of the hand
that trails over
the side of the boat,
the fingers that
create ripples
in the river of life,
the hand without which
there would be no connection
between heaven and earth?

Who will speak for the soul,
who will speak for time?

Who will speak
for the silver fish
that flashed like stars
and then went out?

Who will speak
for hopes fulfilled,
the ache of despair
and the longing for home?

Who will remember
the sound of your voice,
the look in your eye
and the way that you moved?

I will,
because these things
are in my heart,
they made my soul,
and the things that make souls
live forever.

319 21-1-11

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