Classic Poem

My past is heavy with
The lifeless
Meaning.
A frightened thought
My fast-approaching future
Is.
I have the body and soul
Of hope completely in my
Thoughts.
I shout at the top of my lungs.
My soul embodies the weight of
Despair.
At last I am now learning the art of listening
to God's
Voice.
'Son, in your soulful silence is
My fruitful message.

[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 1”]