there are commodities in spirit
strong holds and corner blocks
alligning all fresh fields
of new endeavor
though only some sojouners
recognize these markers
upon their paths
a feeling so counted on
stays the torch
telling gravity
bail not
but trod fearlessly forth
even as the uncertain cloak
of humanness
with all its entrusted folly
dodges a bit and bulks
bare with me in these instances
for though the soul is strong
in its own form of memory
still the pollution of the
negative physical force
has a blind imperfect say in all of this
belief verses disbelief
constantly
with the clashing cerebral
often fish tailing
there in that in between
lays all truth
the heart poignantly speaks
up above all the
disagreement
acknowledging
love at the deepest
degree
of the undoubtedly
meant to be
Melissa
(writ Sept 10, 2003,2am)