I rescued my soul from its Drowning Pit <br />awash with seething anger and sorrowful regrets <br />offering it gentle release and conversation <br />to recant the journey brought it to the Pit <br />and how the road there might have revealed <br />signposts, warnings and beseeches. <br /> <br />It could not catch its breath and I spoke first <br />asking how it came to that state <br />where it was willing to chance suicide <br />and toss itself overboard to oblivion. <br /> <br />'The soul you know' I said 'lives on forever <br />and cannot die <br />how then was it then you planned to down fall <br />and expire, a Soulful death <br />which by definition cannot be: <br />no soul dies- <br />it lives on if harmed in suffering.' <br /> <br />My Soul composed its words, speaking slowly <br />'True I did not die even as I bottomed in the Pit <br />but Soul's you know can be obscured and lose <br />the will to continue to live if their Spirit force is <br />drained from them dry.' <br />That Spirit Force is the Soul's origin, its life force; <br />for Life itself gives birth to all Souls you know.' <br /> <br />'Soul you are wise' I said ' What will you do now <br />to regain that spark <br />without which Eternity dies? <br />Will you avoid another attempt as suicide? ' <br /> <br />Oh, Soul said I know I'll not die, it is just that <br />sometimes a Soul, untested, without trials, held in reserve, <br />withers away standing up. <br />'The Pit, ' Soul said quipping, 'was just a stop.'<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-pit/
