Give Your Soul a Chance

It’s never a matter of rhyme over reason,

When deciding what to do.

It’s never a matter of heart or mind,

But a marriage of the two.

To be at peace within yourself,

You best establish balance.

And when the winds are whistling wild,

Give your soul some allowance.

Let it swing and shift and sail and soar,

Let it be stolen by the wind.

But tie a line around it tight,

So that you can reel it in.

Give it time to wander and wend it’s way,

Through pain and passion and pleasure.

Give it space to circle and take it all in,

Before you’re forced to measure.

The time will come when waters calm,

When clouds are wisps of cotton.

The days will stretch and shrink and sharpen,

And then one will end in a coffin.

Until that day dawns dourly before you,

Consider a backward glance,

To recall the things your soul took in,

When you decided to give it a chance.