The journey of the Soul, I have learned, comes in fits and starts. Sometimes seemingly stagnant, sometimes dead and lying in the grave, sometimes dancing naked in the streets – a journey that we want like heck to control, but one we must instead learn to surrender to. After taking a huge step forward yesterday by moving through one of my biggest fears (public speaking), I found myself writing poetry again. Who knew that this was what was waiting for me to get over myself? I’m sharing one of the fun poems that came out of yesterday’s creative burst. After playing with this poem, ask yourself, “What is lying in wait for me when I move through that next big fear?????” (PS Thank you Rob Zombie, Motley Crue and Disturbed for being today’s muse!)
Rock and Roll God
You may have your god in flowing white robes, hands in pious prayer, basking in his golden hue.
My God wears black leather,
With long, flowing hair,
An electric guitar strapped across his chest,
Pounding out tunes and serenading me with:
While calling me forth from my grave.
copyright 2013 Lauri Ann Lumby