"Won't You Sit Down Soul?"

With a breeze it blows, just out of my reach

like a paper carried by the wind.

At times it stops to rest a while

And I almost catch up, but then...

Away it goes, with a gust of air,

'Sit down soul,' I cry, 'let's make friends.'

But no, new worlds await to feel and know,

You can't sit down, there are no ends.

You touch all of life in a moment there,

And no one would want more than that,

Yet there are those times

I'd like a place to hang my hat.

But life for me is not found in sitting,

Or building a place that will end.

It is found in the search for my soul,

Which has made it's life in the wind.
                                                               
                                                                                                      by Ron Kurtz