The Soul Weeps
I grieve all sadness and sorrow, I’ve sown;
memories in my mind, for keeps;
all of my misdeeds, are mine, alone;
from them; my soul weeps.
The tongue is a double-edged sword;
wreaking havocs unknown;
all must become of one accord;
divisions are ours, alone.
In this life, all of us have need;
all life is interconnected;
when one hurts; all of us bleed;
all evil must be rejected.
Words and deeds are one and the same;
both, are thoughts of our will;
when we think evil; we deserve blame;
even our words can kill.
Only love, must become each heart;
we must all be slow to anger;
angry words can tear love apart;
and place the soul in danger.
Life is a mountain; every day;
most treacherous and steep;
speading discord in any way;
causes the soul to weep.
When we defy the Masters will;
all we sow; we must reap;
whenever it’s innocence, we kill;
the soul of the Master weeps.
Monty 7/3/24. # 2,196