Just a question…
When you are hit with the blues for some reason
Inexplicably
While normally you may be sunshine and light
Bizarrely
You feel as azure as a Sri Lankan sapphire
Where do you go
Curiously
When the doldrums
Unquestionably
Come in like high tide
Do you for comfort hide
Temporarily
In the arms of dear authors
Sensibly
For the stable sage wisdom of their words
Perhaps for peace you cling
Desperately
To the art and heart of musicians
Beautifully
Washing away the dark with their light
Does mother earth for you
Naturally
Dispel the darkness of the soul
Gently
As you quietly walk in her forests or fields
Do you find your joy
Companionably
In the company you keep
Merrily
Those soul deep comrades who live grace
Do you clamor for cathedrals
Religiously
Plunging headlong into prayers
Poignantly
Gripping the robes of Father God
When struck by melancholy moments
Enigmatically
When the waves of sorrow crash into you headlong
Cruelly
And your soul feels pounded like the north New England coast
Where do you go
Filed under: art, life, nature, poetry, purpose on September 7th, 2008
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