Souls, water, wind,
Angels, demons, and love.
Things most likely to dance
Between polar opposites of good and evil
Can’t take shape, won’t take shape.
Molded my nurturing and vitriol,
Only shaped by what it pushes against,
I’ve been shaped by a God above
That loves me somehow,
A devil below
That loves me like
A beautiful yet poisonous plant.
I’m shaped by people on either side
That love me wonderfully
And hurt me wonderfully.
A candle burned at every side
Not just at the ends
Until all that’s left is wick.
Needing something to slow my melt
But God is above and that doesn’t work
Until he turns me upside down
Whispering in my ear,
“I’ll shape you masterfully.”
Cut away the gnarled bits
Sand the rough edges.
Wipe stain upon the wood
Bringing out the grain
That needs that touch
To come to the surface.
– Vagabond Prophet
Thanks @mildreflections for prompting @josy57 and I with “the shape of a soul.
Vagabond Prophet 