let thy self be loosed

let thy self be loosed

upon the winds of time

there is a message

for he who listens

empires will rise

and empires will fall

as goest thy grace

for he who lives and feedest

upon the meals of the world

where is thy treasure O’ Soul

where doth thy hide

that which is cherished

throughout eternity . . .

where do thee keep thy God

we display our Faith

feeble as it may be

upon the mantle

and in trophy cases

that others may laud our stature

but we are weak

and we are broken

and know it not

our strengths we keep cloaked

behind the walls of

our doubts

our worries

our tears

our fears

of being set aside

ostracized

and vilified

for not being like “them”

O’ where is thy faith my child ?

when will you come to know

that you are as were made . . . perfect ?

i ask you, if the hands

of that which is perfect

crafted thee,

what else can thy be ?

Doctrines have induced the people

to slip beneath the veil

that the Sun may not shine on them

and bleach clean

their soiled delusions

and we pretend to

rise up against conformity

while speaking the need

to acquiesce

to our children

be free my child . . .be free

follow the wind

and be as He

and look and behold

the wonder of thy glory

which is in all things

turn the stone

and “I” am there

cleave the wood

and there “I” be

look within

and see me

as your are

waiting for you

to but listen . . . listen

to thy still small voice

the petal spreads it’s arms

to embrace the light of the holy

that life offers

and a fragrance of sweetness

breaks forth and

is given to the world

a child smiles

without a thought or need

and seeds of joy

are planted in creations garden . .

just because

and God smiles along

where doth thy feet stand ?

are you grounded in the holy of holies ?

can you hear the song being sung

listen to the wind

as it calls your name

to come join us

do you hear it ? . . .

the call

won’t you spread your wings

and let your spirit

become untethered

from the worn and weathered deceits

that are abound ?

you were never lost

for Soul knew of You

knew of me

and it whispered in the winds

hoping you would see

that you are

more than you can ever be

in this world

let thy self be loosed

© 29 December 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iamjustbill.com