Meditating on the cliff

musing on the soul

of the things good and bad

young and old

Strange excrescence on the heart

appear after mean words

some accidental

depending on how it was heard

Danger lies

if the heart retreats

a disease with no cure

soul burns in the heat

Then rain comes

putting out the fire

forgiveness in the heart

if there is a desire

Kind words are spoken

there is a strong heart beat

soul is healing

but still incomplete

Each day is a challenge

choosing love or hate

the excrescence can grow larger

or with love abate

Meditation over

as the rain bathes my face

soul is lighter

heart filled with grace