Some people visit our lives for a while
Just
passing by with a casual smile
Maybe
a nod of their head or a chat
Just
an encounter and no more than that
A few
words together whilst waiting in queues
Discussing
the weather or some recent news
A
gesture, a kindness but nothing that lasts
A
split second contact a moment soon past.
But
others we meet in quite similar ways
Turn
up in our lives and then sit down and stay
And
most imperceptibly one day we feel
The
friendship has grown, taken root, become real
These
casual acquaintances somehow connect
with
our soul in a way that we did not expect
For
our souls speak a language beyond conscious speech
and
communicate often beyond cognitive reach.
And I'd like to thank those whose souls speak with mine
in a language of love, a voice almost divine
And I'd like to thank those whose souls speak with mine
in a language of love, a voice almost divine
We can
try to define it, in words to express
But
spoken words spoil it, make it smaller and less
I have
learned as I've gone along simply to rest
With
my soul's choice of loved ones, for then I am blessed
For I
love you with all that I am and more yet
For my
soul celebrated the day that we met.
Karen Holmes
14th December 2014
Karen Holmes
14th December 2014
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