A poem by Bill Brantley.
The effort to find my soul
and then to deliver it whole
unto its maker, this effort
has been conceived in loneliness,
born in terror, lived out
in fear and darkness, and culminated in a death
caused by plunging into an abyss,
only to be found
at the bottom of the ultimate deep.
It’s tough work
but we all have to do it,
each in our own way,
each finding our own unique way,
to say Yes to the Eternal Yes.
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