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Whispering soul

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Trying not to be proud
Trying not to be broken
Noticing both
With each word spoken
Asking for humility
Asking for grace
Without both of these
A soul is misplaced
Sitting and listening
Whispering soul
Uttering utterances
Utterly told
Through feelings and prayers
And songs and groans
A soul in wrapped in canvas
A body on loan
Wanting true freedom
Tasting it now
But without the ability
To swallow somehow
Remaining awaiting
A time yet to come
When unbound and open
Goodness will run
Lasting forever
Finally peace
Endlessly sunshine
Completely released

© Keely Myles
February 21, 2016

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Final Flight

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I got lost
In a four-poster bed
And while I
Rested wept and watched
The oceans long fingers
Play music along the shore
I noticed a single feather
Twitching clinging sticky
To the window
And I knew
Some little one
Had died
I went outside
Made a circumference
Of the house
And sure as
The sky was blue
A darkened junco
Laid legs up
Eyes closed
Stiff upon the
Frozen ground
So I did the thing
That seemed best
I picked him up
dark feathered head
With my leathered hands
And made my way down
To where I still
Heard music
And let his final flight
Be a part of
The bluest symphony

© Keely Myles
November 2014

threads of grey

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splendid threads of grey
tie life together in
the sweetest ways
so thankful for
these maids
who have loved
for all their days
whilst natural colours fade
the truer beauty overtakes
soon in graves they’re lain
yet their purpose still remains
for their love has never changed
such wondrous threads of grey

© keely myles
october 9, 2014

“Grey hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” ~ Proverbs 16:31

His face

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I know
His face
Every line
And smile
Each glint39787_443342714119_7667686_n
And twinkle
In his eye
I know
Each freckle
And each flaw
I sense
The clenches
Of his jaw
I nuzzle
Close to his
Sandy stubble
Read on his
Dark brow
The look
Of trouble
I know
The weariness
Of his days
I feel
His joy
I feel
His pain
I see it all
In his gaze
I see it
Running down
His cheeks
In trails of
Salty tears
And though
Death’s shore
Washes him
In it’s waves
I know
In my mind
At anytime
I can just
Reshape
His face

© Keely Myles
July 19, 2014