THE SOUL’S LONGING, By Heather Green

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My soul longs for the silence of the desert,

The quiet words of sand shifting slowly,

Dune into dune,

Completing the picture perfect –

Absence of man’s mind,

Stirring like a drone of bees,

Humped one upon the other,

Buzzing, flurrying, disturbing –

The human form, absent from itself

Until forever when comes peace.

The everlasting story beckons

My soul.

High sound of silence, eternal choir

Pitched above the ears of earthly ways.

Man in conquest mode,

Striding across the endless glory

Designed by the Creator,

His heart intent upon black fortune.

Oil wells drill to empty her bowels

Till naught is left

But the desire to Be.

Heather Green

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