The Difficult Journey To The High Place Of Truth Poem by Daniel Brick

We journeyers are tired in body,
our spirits are spent,
but that is next to nothing
because we have a genius for
recovery. Meanwhile, our souls
are strengthened by a secret
ministry that operates both day
and night. They rival now the deep souls
of the ancient ones in our sacred poems.
Their souls, never weary, never withdrawn,
prevailed over the claims of the flesh
and the sickness of the mind. Even now
mu body aches with hardships of our climb,
and my mind is sick with desire for
the simplest pleasures. But -
the fibers of my soul are taut
with original energy that compels
base desires to desist and they
simmer down to nothing. And then
my mind can take flight in its search
for truth. What is Soul? Soul is Self
with something fused within it: a brief
answer that resolves many questions,
a rare courage become commonplace,
a love that has no shadow existence.
Soul is the missing page that completes
an essential manuscript - one that tells
us how to live lives worthy of glory...
A high wind slashes across cloud banks
and the sky bleeds dawn red over our
determined host. We will not stop, we will
not even rest, until the night reveals
what the day conceals: our dreams carry
this sacred truth, our steadfast souls
own it and protect it. It will begin
an Age of Wonder when it is set forth
from the high place of truth we will soon reach.