Forage for Berries

Hold close sacred letters

And all that you’ve felt.

It’s nice to feel better

Than somebody else.

You’re made for the top rung,

With these stories intact.

Ignore all the blurred lines 

Between fiction and fact.

If you challenge the structures

Enabled by faith,

Then spiritual rupture

Will fade you away.

This faint fuselage stores

Corporeal sponges,

Rain-sheets and fire storms

Keep egos from wonderin’.

When stories are tying 

The sails together,

Belonging and power

Weather any weather.

A step to the right

Might keep you from death;

But subsequent steps might

Leave you with what’s left –

The pain of your lost soul 

From those that resist.

Can those who are hurt prove

Souls even exist?

While you forage for berries 

Inside of your head,

If your basket is heavy,

They’re not poisonous. 

Keep your chin up, my Love

As mourning doves do,

Singing sorrowful sounds –

Misinterpreted tunes.

If you notice the body

Isn’t forcing each breath,

I expect that it might be

The same way with death.

Though none know what follows,

We can play pretend

With angels and saviors

And invisible friends. 

When your body makes it

To breathing’s last day,

You don’t have to escape it

Or explain it away.

It’s okay to be afraid.