poetry 1

The sugar is wind
Touch my pen this mourning with inspirations fire
Teach me to write the story of a souls intense desire
Tell me why souls must hunger and languish as they go
And why the spirit thirsteth, while crystal waters flow?
A little child once whispered, in lisping accents sweet,
"Don't talk to me, dear Papa,-I'm hungry and must eat!"
And while she sat in silence and ate her milk and bread,
I gathered inspiration from what the prattled said.
I too have been so hungry I did not wish to speak,
But pain would sit in silence, if bread I found to eat;
The milk of human kindness when poured into life's bowl.
Is often skimmed so closely it starves the humans soul.
There's milk for babies a plenty, and meat for some, it seems,
But O, I want a little of the thin, rich, and yellow cream.
Something we cannot relish, all free from processes taint and mold,
To strengthen and nourish the fibres of our souls
Nor are they satisfying, the quickly passing showers
That for a moment burning souls like ours;
But there's a living fountain within the human brest
That like the boiling geyser will never, ever rest,
Until the oil if gladness, sympathy, and peace,
Is poured into the fountain to bid its tumult cease.
Our human hearts are selfish, and human love is vain,
So angels guard the fountain from earthly taint and stain.
In ignorance we we murmur, and wonder why is so,
But God has set the boundary and will not let it go.
So human souls go hungering and thirsting on the way,
Till they have cast the garment of selfishness away.
Why selfish passions gather like frost drops on the soul
We look in vain for nectar within life's flowering bowl
The wine of human passions intoxicates the breath,
And leads the human
Spirit into the vale of death.
But, by-and-by the angel will roll away the stone
And to the living fountain bid every spirit come.
Then all may taste the waters, high on the mount above,
When they have learned to cherish the souls unselfish love.
The ground is salt
Between dost flow, yo
Love