Thoughts About Writing

This World may not read nor heed,

neither sing nor dance in resonance

to my poems, things I write

from my heart, my soul, my mind.

I don’t need to control, manipulate,

appease nor please, ingratiate…

Moving On

On to new adventures-

things and people left behind,

hopes and dreams left behind,

some realized and some denied…

While they are here…

From birth to death and death to birth

on this rolling marble, Planet Earth,

the Soul is ever in control

of when we come and when we go.

Our Soul, a spark of the divine,

is Life’s own glory by God’s design

to come and go in space and time,

evolving our Species to Align

the Soul with Body, Heart and Mind.

Souls work and build toward this Goal

that Life may thrive, God’s glory known.

May 9, 2025

Shelley A. Wilson

Moving on, I carry treasures in me.

I’ve written this poem in a break from sorting ‘stuff’.