Spiritual Poetry posted September 8, 2021


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A beautiful mystery indeed!

Who will win at the end?

by Benny Beeharry

The winds will howl,
The sea will flex its rowdy muscles,
Ceaselessly
And without empathy.

In that heartless turmoil, I will ply my boat.
It is my right.
It is my joy and my bane, written in blurred ink.

Didn't you know that this beautiful sky was made for me too?
It is here because I am here,
A song sung by the mighty Storyteller.
Of me he sings and of the sea,

Of valleys,
Hills and mountains,
Of sunsets and sunrises.
Of life too.

Still somewhere between the unseen folds,
He hides the truth, only he knows.
Only he knows who will find him finally,
The sea, the wolves or me.



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