A Life to Have

What do we tell ourselves.

As our world crumbles.

It crumbles around our feet.

As it crashes and burns.

How do we live in this.

This place that doesn't exist.

A people no longer real.

Make belief in this made up book.

Who do we turn to.

Who is there to trust.

How do we steady our feet.

On the rubble and debris.

It falls around us like ash.

How do you piece together.

The shards are too small.

For life you no longer have.

How do we turn back time.

What switch do we flip.

Among so many choices.

Somewhere we got lost.

Where's the door.

The key to unlock the answer.

For what lies behind surely.

Is the way to rebuild.

It's there, beyond.

Just out of reach.

All you have to do is fight.

For the life you should have.

Fight for the knowledge of good.

Keep running towards a destination.

Not far now.

You're there.

Finally.

Hope.

Can.

Live.

Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

Music of the Soul

Watch your soul lift with every movement.
Hear the notes on each string.
Feel the vibrato in every pass.
Touching a place deep in your heart.

Watch the feet as they lightly step.
Hear the silence of grace in motion.
Feel the joy that spirals within.
Touching the edges of vibrant beauty.

Watch as the instrument flies like a kite.
Hear the song as it soars the sky.
Feel as it caresses you like the wind.
Touching down to your own soul.



Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

Know You not I

You know not I
You who wills to cage.
Know you not I
Who despises such chains.

You know not I.
You who would clip my wings.
Know you not I.
Who would fly to the very heights.

You know not I.
You who try to hide.
Know you not I.
Who would boast colors true.

You know not I.
You who is confined to one box.
Know you not I.
Who can fit in any box.

You know not I.
You who wishes for silence.
Know you not I.
Who would shout praise to the world.

You know not I.
You who wants no emotion.
Know you not I.
Who would cry while laughing.

You know not I.
You who would have no passion.
Know you not I.
Who has a passion for much.

You know not I
Saith mine own soul.
Know you not I.
That I would sing aloud.

I know not you.
Who would not hear.
Know I not you.
Who will turn and walk away.


Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©