Label Maker

I found love today in the oddest place
The journey of soul wears many a face,
But who’d have thought I’d find it here
In a place overloaded with anger and fear?

But deep in the mist a tiny light smiled
With wisdom of ages and eyes of a child,
And it might have escaped in the blink of an eye
Had I not stopped to wonder or ask myself: Why?

The label I gave had conflicted my mind
Never once did I think all this love I would find;
Always labeling this, always labeling that,
All these lifetimes of labels tucked under my hat.

The pilot, the poet, physician and baker
In time I became a fine-tuned label maker,
And what did I find in a stumble of health?
The largest of labels I’d given myself!

But love finds a way through each crack in the wall
Pouring forth without judgment for one and for all;
Every soul reaching out in its own unique way,
The searchlights in darkness we meet every day.

The wheels of lifetimes they keep ever turning
And fields of fires they keep ever burning
With people, and places, and other such things,
And labels attached with invisible strings.

Each soul in our path with a lesson to tell
The reflection of something inside of ourselves,
But to let go a label we let a soul be
And love cuts the strings and we set ourselves free.

D.K.Shaw