The day

Wake up, wake up!  It’s artful day

knocking on your window pane

ready to lay claim to soul

and twist the truth into a lie.

So warm it feels and comfortable

like a much loved cashmere sweater

and we step into the day seemingly well-armed

and yet unprepared for what may befall.

For those who carry night into day

the lies stab the heart with ferocious intent

and sadness sinks down deep, deep, inside

when knowing that soul has no part to play.

So be it; it’s just a gigantic stage play

that keeps both audience and participants

totally wrapped up and enthralled

with the trivial and insignificant.

I watch from the side lines; sometimes I do,

and sometimes distance myself totally

but how hard it is to clap and cheer

those, oh, so many little things.

What purpose life if the meaningful lost

in the total onslaught of those little things

that causes the soul to disappear

and be as if it was not?