Soul Searching

Drawing out the cool mood of the bricks,
Create a friendly, familiar space
For your soul.
Reach out to touch
Something unseen on these benches,
Being here, in this moment.

Instead, we anticipate moment after moment after moment,
Never giving credit to the wisdom of bricks.
We don’t have time to sit upon benches.
We are used to limited space,
Limited touch,
Logic overrunning soul.

Free the soul!
Treasure each moment,
Each touch.
Learn from bricks.
Engage in this pregnant space.
Rest, weary, on these wooden benches.

We are more familiar with bus stop benches
And “science, not soul,”
The “race to space,”
the lost moment,
Crumbling bricks,
And the half-hearted touch.

Rethink the way we touch!
Strip and repaint benches;
Build with handmade bricks.
Electrify the soul,
And seek personal truths every moment.
Expand what is known as a “safe space.”

This is unlike any other space.
Invite a touch,
And revel in a wholesome moment.
Sit on these benches,
Close your eyes, and find your soul.
Feel the love in these bricks.

Encircling bricks, enlightening space
Enlivened soul, energized touch
Encasing benches, endlessly enriched moment