The Soul’s Anchor
In twilight realms where shadows dwell,
And whispers speak of heaven and hell,
A soul yearns for the boundless sky,
To spread its wings, to soar, to fly.
Yet like a kite upon a string,
It dances to the zephyr's sing,
An anchor in the world of men,
Lest it be lost, not found again.
For freedom is a double-edged sword,
A soul untethered, swiftly bored,
Adrift upon the fickle breeze,
A plaything for the tempest's tease.
Without an anchor, firm and true,
In reality's grasp, to guide it through,
The soul may rise, then fall, then fade,
A specter in the night, unmade.
So let it fly, but hold it near,
The string of truth, both sharp and clear,
That binds it to this mortal coil,
And anchors it in hallowed soil.
For only then can it truly be,
Both free and bound, both lost and free,
A soul that flies on winds of fate,
Yet falls not back to grounded state.
When tethered thus 'twixt earth and sky,
Our souls on wings of truth do fly,
Homeward bound, we find our place,
Calling heaven with earthly grace.
In this union, sacred and profound,
The echoes of the divine resound,
As above, so below, in harmony,
We weave the threads of destiny.
For in the balance of the string and wind,
A dance of spirits, intertwined,
We summon forth the higher plane,
And in our hearts, the heavens reign.
“A soul should be free to fly of course but a soul is like a kite on a string, it needs an anchor in reality otherwise it is lost to the whims of the wind and inevitably falls back to the ground.”
-S