The Soul's Promise
Don Hynes
The Soul’s Promise
“I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly,
that I am ill.”
To understand the soul and its deadly malady,
how so many die to life before the grave
fearing to live what their soul would ask,
following robotically the numbing determinants
prescribing each ritualized step
of a life without appetite or taste.
There is a reason for the madness
the soul’s voice disturbing, without peace,
a constant movement like the pulse across the sea
with no respect for the for the dull immobility
accepted so readily, the coffin more welcome
than the awakened life with all its trouble.
We live in a graveyard of what might have been,
the umbilical to our destinies cut upon society’s altars
of commerce and religion, tradition and belief,
for to live is the adventure
and forever disturbed the soul’s promise,
to create the stories that would not have been
had our humble lives not graced the Earth.
Don Hynes