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Alternatives

by

Sandi Thirstrup

Many times we feel there are but a few alternatives
When in truth, our options are as vast as the universe.
We need only to wait upon the cool, quite night
To see the stars revealed to us, for our answers to come.
Amidst the day...the noise, the roar of our surroundings
Negates the truth and it’s whisperings upon the breeze,
We must seal ourselves off from this open resurrection
Of medieval and archaic theology of modern technology.
It produces not the envelope of our heart’s fulfillment
But another captive act upon our simplistic, futile,
Masturbation of time and energy, of thought, and wisdom.
The duration of the ages, stealing from each moment until
Life is but a forgotten, fragment in space, another ring
In the circle of this worlds limited, almost exhausted existence.
Many times we feel there are but a few alternatives
When in truth, the acknowledgement of our soul’s needs
Linger in the mist of the air surrounding our world.
Hovering above, wanting to sear our dejected heart.
Triumphant, passionate faith in ones completed destiny
Hidden from our open vision but resting upon the fragrance
Of clouded memories of the ages, scents of our past,
Aromas of our future, reaching for the yielding character
To open themselves up upon the alter to be slain and
Resurrected with freedom’s privilege released in words, in deeds.
Constrained no longer, forthright, honest, complete.
Knowing the mirrored, vastness of possibilities to unleash.
Changing our world, our hearts, our minds...our alternatives.

Lover of my Soul

by

Sandi Thirstrup

The anxiety of the restless heart
Battling with time and faces.
Behind the walls of conformity, reality,
I cry for your arms but separation engulfs me.
Where is the lover of my soul?
The treasure of my heart?
Perhaps.....
Confined to his own house of trials?
Call for me my dear one
Send a dove with your message of release.
I am bound, drowning in a desert of sorrows.
Oh, that I had not known your sweetness
If my fingers had not touched you within
The sheets of our passionate craving,
If my heart had not felt our ecstasy.....
Why did I allow myself to love?
For this pain is now to great to bare upon my soul.
Why will the Heavens send me no relief
though I cry to them?
My mind torments me with visions
Of our night of yielding pleasure,
When the threads of our spirits
Made a tapestry of our souls.
I should have left the chest of anticipation
........Unopened..........
Only then were
Dreams my companions and comfort
The longing of my days,
The fulfillment of my nights,
Send the dove of your heart to release me
For with each moment I die without you
Lover of my Soul............