Soul Whisper

Breathe, said the teacher. Breathe and be.

My soul whispered, “Follow me!”

As I sat and breathed, my soul and I walked

As you’d expect, I mostly talked.

“I can’t understand, just can’t cope.”

My soul was quiet – was there hope?

Breathe, said the teacher. Breathe and see.

The child just ahead looked like – me!

The little girl waved me on;

I wondered how long I’d been gone.

We ran up a gentle hill

And saw a brook by the trees so still.

“I remember this stream, where I once sat!”

And after I marveled at that,

I saw my father who’d long since passed:

An angry man found peace at last.

“Never worry,” said my Dad

“It did nothing but made me sad.”

I pondered this, then saw my cat,

And heard his purr – how about that?

I’d forgotten favorite colors, too:

Burgundy and aqua blue,

The perfume I wore to English class,

And my first martini glass!

“It’s all with you, you just forgot,”

My soul chuckled. My face felt hot,

Embarrassed to shed a silly tear.

My soul whispered,

“I’m still here.”

© Judith C Evans 2011

Written for Thursday Think Tank's prompt #76 -- soul's whisper
and posted at Thursday Poets Rally #57

Many thanks to Thursday Poets Rally at The Poetry Palace for this award...I am humbled and honored! I nominate NeiNei for the award.

Winter winds blow ice
but poetic souls gather --
encouraging words.