Wandering roots
searching for gold
penetrate deeper
into the cold,
dark, moist earth
and the unknown,
down to the bedrock
of my soul,
stable and solid,
ten million years old,
born of the fire
that makes the world whole.
Like a plant, it is our nature to dig deeper. It is the way we are made. We need meaning to live. We need the water of life that comes only through relationship with God. We send roots into the darkness, into the mystery, to find the gold that feeds our soul. If our spirit is not nourished, we die. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes we hang around like zombies not realizing we have died.
The soul is the bedrock, the foundation of our being. It is the part of us that endures through the seasons, the years, the eons. It is that which endures forever. Born of liquid magma, it solidifies into a unique individual structure. There is none other like you. Your soul is distinct, separate, and eternal. It nourishes you if you send your roots deep enough, deep into the mystery of your own, true nature.
(poem by Andy Drymalski)
