Bare Soul

Bare Soul //

The whispering wind brings in the slow and heavy fog,

the feather falls, caressing the air as it descends,

the pine cones lay frozen, mid-stare up into the galaxies,

the wispy tail of a shooting star – that burning ball of fire –

the bloodied bones of the human race lay bare the horrid soul,

the people seeking nothing more than a little light, a little hope...

the love of this life nothing more than a broken 'hallelujah'....

a whispering wind, bringing in the heavy storms,

a bird lost flight to shed feathers,

and the beauty we see in the death of summer

and in the falling of the galaxies...

that... that is the bloodied bones of the human race,

it's in our nature, our naked souls needing a Savior,

needing more than a broken cry in the night.