Seasonal Time For Wandering Souls Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

Wandering souls like all that know,
What makes a wandering soul,
Or,
If,
One,
Is a wandering soul,
Then,
Them,
Themselves,
Will know,
A wandering soul,
Sometimes will,
Go home for seasonal greeting time period,

For seasonal times will reach out,
To all souls contents in peoples,
Even,
The wandering soul,
Has a season that will make,
The wandering soul,
To wander home,
To home where,
The heart is known,

All wandering souls know,
When that time of year springs to mind,
Be it Winter,
For,
Happy Holidays,
Be it Spring,
For,
Renewal and starting again,

Be it Summer,
For,
Summer settling while weather is warmer,
Be it Autumn,
For,
Remembering, reflecting,
And pondering why,
They still wander to forget,
Or to be able to return,
And be again,

For all the wandering souls will know,
What time of the year,
Will bring them home,
Home to what was home,
Before the wander years began,
Where they left what was home,
And were settled and content,
There,

Till,
At that time and place,
In life,
Something happened,
Leaving them in a wandering state,
Then,
There is the Wandering Souls,
That,
Seasonal time brings them back in,
For,
All that soul searching,
Did bring them to,
Good places and meetings,
Of,
Others in similar or same,
Issue and cases,

Where,
Answers meet,
And reason why?
Told,
Where the wandering soul,
No,
Longer is,
Needing,
To wonder,
Or ponder,
No more,

Wandering soul,
A indept person,
With persona and atonment already within,
Where all that,
A wandering soul has to be,
From wherevever,
It wanders,
Groups and begins,
Begin again,
What once it had,
Happiness,
Contentment,
With new or old friendly faces,
It can laugh and be with,
To begin again,

A wandering soul,
With soul contents,
Sometimes the Phyche mover,
Or,
Goes in to become,
A prentender,
For,
What makes a wandering soul wander?
Is many,
A many reasons,
For grief,
Sorrows and woes in life,
Can bring you,
To a lonely place,
A lonely place,
For a time,

Till,
You will stumble,
Or wander,
Into a place,
That finds you finding,
Yourself again,
Among the others,
That too were settled,
And happy to be,
Till,
Along life's hard deals,
You stumble or fall,
Or,
Just simply,
Were saved to save,

Save from the cluches of those,
That take,
Till,
There is noting left to take,
And you are gone,
Among the lost souls losted,
Tis,
Then your saved to save,
So,
To understand,
What will understand,
Can I help you?
So,
To help each other,
And wander to wonder,
No more,
Or to ramain,
A wandering soul.