My demons keep telling me
There is too much goodness
and love here
”You should leave!
It cannot be for real”
I know they are wrong
And I give them a fight
But still now and then
I push Goodness
And Love
Away
In different ways
Olive Beach
By Beth Haist
My soul begins with HER arrival
The waves catch my eye
They always do
Reminding me of HER-where
She begins and I end
My soul is green,
Always interested in the beginnings,
The newly lit fires-
Come to the beach she says-
There will be music,
So I do
AND
It never fails
This landscape,
To
Hold space for me-
IT
Leans in
& I begin Again,
Despite
this heaviness of Bone-
I float and laugh
Drawn in-easily, gently
NOT
Weighed by the histrionics of thought-
Of self; egocentric
So ever so s l o w ly
My concentric soul
Begins and ends
Once again
Topping off
In the dusk of the day
Under my feet
Anchored once again in song &
In the lyrics of my own
Soul.