The Drama of the Soul

The family gathers waiting the last breath,
all of our life so focused on this goal,
our feeble gestures bump the wall of death,
meekly we meet the drama of the soul.

The incense rising symbolizing prayer
hangs for a moment as the church bells toll,
then wafts away like words into the air,
poor metaphors for dramas of the soul.

Our modest manners at the Mass and grave
show clear our fate leaves us with no control,
bereft we're left knowing we cannot stave
off the momentous drama of the soul.

Yet we believe our codes of love condole
the ones who know the drama of the soul.

                       -- by Pete Voelz           5/07