A Caravan of Souls

A CARAVAN of SOULS

(by d.k.debell)



Through Desert Sands / & Mountain Passes –
We Cross Dead Seas / & Seas of Grasses;
We Drink from Bowls / & Not from Glasses –
A Nectar Sweeter / Than Molasses.

We Suffer Failure / Without Disaster –
We Endure Hardships / But Serve No Master;
Like Marbled Stone / We Spurn the Plaster –
Our Skin is Bronze / Not Alabaster.

In Drought or Flood / We Blame the Rain –
By Shedding Blood / We Ease the Pain;
We Mythologize / What we can’t Explain –
And Ponder the Questions / That Remain.

From Moab to Edom / We Play our Roles –
As Performers & Spectators / In this Caravan of Souls;
As Witnessed by the Evidence / Of our Trail of Holes –
Left by the Presence of / Our Tent & totem Poles.

In Jars of Clay / We Keep our Mysteries –
By Word of Mouth / We Share our Histories;
Without Shame or Fear / & with no Apologies –
We Proudly Horde & Display / Long Lost Antiquities.

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