Old Souls Rise Poem by Linda Mottet

Old Souls Rise



Far below the surface churn
Non-sense is now set a blaze.
Come sit down beside me
Together we can watch the flames burn.
Rise on the vapors
Like old souls freed at last in the expansive sky.
Rain down upon the earth
Wet vapors, ashes and mist.
Gentle piercing Light
Shadows cast by Souls.
Hear their happy song
Sweet fragrance
Forgiveness unfolds.

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