The Moments Of The Soul

water drop fantasy

I seek no explanations,
I do not wish to find
The secrets of the Universe
Within the confines of my mind.

And yet I yearn to know much more,
To understand what I now don’t,
Realising, as I think it through,
I probably, really, won’t.

The human part of me races forth,
Driving to fulfill its goal,
Never understanding or listening
To the reasons of my soul.

So I find myself in places wondering
‘How the heck did I get here?’
Trying to reassess
Purpose, reason, fear.

Beginning now to get it,
Life’s not about the goal
But the moments in the journey,
The moments of the soul.


© Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane
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Experimental (Acrostic)


Another Acrostic style! I had fun with it – do hope you enjoy it too! 🙂

Extolling virtues few possess
Xanadu in the wilderness
Performing tricks we know not what
Experiencing life in just one spot
Revolving fast then faster still
Images unpeeling spill
Memories of lives well lived
Expressed with pressure through the sieve
Never giving sway nor pain
Taking all there is to gain
Alive and well from this day forth
Living life for all we’re worth

© Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane
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The picture is mine too folks!

What Happens On That Day

The whole world is a fantasy,
We all live in our head,
So what is going to happen
When we’re buried and we’re dead?

Will life come in between us?
Will it take now what it couldn’t then?
Will it fill the void with living?
Will things carry on the same?

I have delved into the psyche,
Into the now and lands beyond.
I have tried to help the living,
To put right what just felt wrong.

Yet, after all this effort,
All this trying to find a way,
I am no closer to a clue
Of what will happen on that day.

Will Angels come a-calling?
Seraphims and light divine?
Or do I sink into a world of fire
A life of hell that’s mine?

Do my thoughts go on ahead?
Create a place for me to be?
Or will I see the greater plan
The one for you and me?

As I delve and hunt for answers,
The mystery deepens fast,
The only thing I think I see,
Is that thoughts of now will last,

Drift off into infinity,
Where the Lords of All await,
And probably will catch me
On that day I finally awake.

So, what else can we do,
But take each moment on the brow?
Not worry about the future
But live it in the now.

Tomorrow’ll be here soon enough,
Probably before we know,
And if on that day I have lived my full,
Well, then, it’s time to go.

And who knows now where to?
I’ve tried and failed at that,
So, I’ll simply take the journey,
Step up tall and straight to bat.

Whatever ball comes at me,
I will deal with it at that time,
As the sun comes up this morning,
Let’s go see where we can shine.

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 5 2014

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Going Home

Life on Earth is taking strain
Do we forget from whence we came?

Of course we do and there’s the curse,
This distance growing makes it worse.

Yet just a single thought away,
We can be home, at rest, at play.

Who says life here is so hard
When it’s us who choose to think our path?

And God stands with us as we grow,
Ever more closely, going home.

Purpose? Reason?

Life followed me.
Wherever I went, it followed me.
Damned annoying at times.
I just wanted to escape it…and it followed.
Darkest despair; fun and games;
Pain and hurt; love and light;
Brighter times; nursery rhymes.
All of life, all the time, there,
Waiting for me to grab it,
Absorb the fullness,
Enjoy the offering,
Experience it completely.
All my choice, all the time.

With people all around,
Loving, supporting,
Hating, destroying.
All having their say
As they see it.
But they don’t know,
How can they?
It is mine,
Between me and God.
As I cannot know theirs,
They cannot know mine,
My purpose,
My reason,
Only God and my soul know.
So I leave it there
And listen to the guidance
From the voice inside,
The soft, quiet, gentle voice
Of wisdom and knowledge.
The fountain of the stream of our purpose,
Leading us to the river of why we are here,
And the sea of where we will be.

© Copyright Rob McShane – February 2014. All Rights reserved