To plumb the depth of soul ( a villanelle)
To plumb the depth of soul we all must go,
And on our journey never swerve nor tire.
The final truth we all must naked show.
Despite reluctant steps which painful grow
While plodding past prescribed doctrinal mire,
To plumb the depth of soul we all must go.
Beware the mocking friends now laughing low,
Resisting dusty earth or ashy pyre:
The final truth we all must naked show.
For though the promised road reveals no glow,
No golden spires to qualify desire,
To plumb the depth of soul we all must go.
Now through the jostling crowd does noisy blow
A whistling wind of words with message dire:
The final truth we all must naked show!
So – if you thought no one would ever know
That all your life you danced on coals of fire,
To plumb the depth of soul we all must go –
The final truth we all must naked show!
Cynthia Buell Thomas
jane wilcock
Tue 23rd Mar 2010 19:52
this appeals to basic instincts in a beautiful way. Thanks, jane