This Soul Saved By Love Poem by D.W. Good

It is no great moment in the history of men, but I, I will meet the sun today and watch it burn the frost away.

A thousand lifetimes lived in the body of one soul, happening according to no design, as it was, this soul, regarding life, intended to live only one.

The time, the sweet limited time, is distorted by portals of joy and despair, transporting its riders to and from the poles where moderation is lost.

The music, the songs we create, the sound, the sweet limited sounds, become echoes trailing off into the horizon of existence, records of souls that may or may not have endured.

Love, the brightest human light yet known, burning dim at times, buried in the soot of disaster, dug out, erected and bore by saints, intent on surviving the misery of men

And they have succeeded, thus far, those numerous, nameless torch bearers.

Their stories, their footsteps, described here and there for years, so that now their labor bears fruit here upon this page, love igniting once again, burning off a fog.