Weary with the day,
it called to me
as if someone said, here…
I’ve run you a hot bath –
jump in!
I jumped in;
the waters settled round.
This is exactly what I need..
there must be truth here.
No need to read a book
and seek for truth..
This is so good, that
I do not need to ask, what is goodness..
Now I know what beauty is
without looking for it.
I felt cleansed of all
that was not myself; stepped out the bath.
As I dried myself, I knew that
I had found myself again;
sighed with pure contentment; and
laid the poem gently down.
Gee, a lot like the one I posted just after you, that you commented on! Cool!
Cleansing of the Human Soul through pursuits of Poetry...layers of abundant thought and insight..Thank you Sir..
Poetry can have that cleansing, fulfilling effect, indeed. Yours does. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is our life if not a poem How much of your poem is written And how fine is its message, how sublime its prose? Let life sing its verse with harmony.