This Poem was Submitted By: Mell W. Morris On Date: 2002-10-25 20:01:11 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Winds Of The Seraphim

Life is a maze. Few cues, we must choose the way: to leave or stay with no sense of direction. Some elect to bloom where they are planted, assume and take for granted that there is no other route, no path out. Labyrinthine strife is not the sum of life and we need musical lines to lift our souls in three-quarter time. To raise our wings and fly or sing beyond the quandary  of haze. Then, too, a tune,  a rhyme, a spiritual yen can  open the door for exploring. Death as revelation renders hesitation. We long to seek the peaks and vales for truth available, to find a winding way to Oneness. A matter of choice: staying earth-bound, in one place, relying on rules from olden times; or flying in far golden spaces, sailing... in angel contrails.

Copyright © October 2002 Mell W. Morris

Additional Notes:
The last poem of the trilogy that began with Adagio, Libeccio, and ends with six-winged angels who stand next to God.


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