A Poem for Saturday

A poem for Saturday I'm told
Is good for healing.
The soul needs kneeling, waking, re-making
what life is taking.

A verse for Saturday I'm told

The heart revealing

The person seeing, shaking, displaying

what life has taken.

It's curious that life would take

for by its nature life exudes.

We receive bewildering, boundless life

and spend it in childish delight.

It is an idiom I suggest,

for what we mean it wears us down.

We receive bewildering, boundless life

But our body can't bear it all.

A poem on any day I'm told

engenders singing

gives life its earning, yearning, enjoying --
the soul restoring.