So many things we hold endeared,
-When only little things can keep.
7 October 2004
Corpus Christi, Texas
How light the burden of our unbound soul,
Pon deciding it's the only knapsack
We really need to travel through this vale.
Unperceived it follows close ourselves,
Proportioning the stores we set aside,
Refreshing repasts planned for long the way,
That must be kept in some dark place nearby,
Readied for the moment when our bodies,
Exhausted from the day's walk need nourish,
And blood requires a draught of water pure;
Restoring energies once depleted,
Allowing mind's rise to face worldly fate;
Freeing heart's palpitating rhythm sure.
A.N. Inspired by Beth Morgan's Take Up Your Soul. www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1734917