Souls Soar

Souls Soar


© 2012 by Mit Maras



Solitary roads traveled

Relationships sworn off


Fateful meeting collides

Two lives forever altered


Shared friends from afar

Forgotten name ignites the bond


Quick friendship forged

Deeper alliance emerges


Sweaty palms lead the leap of faith

Alone, invitation extended


Playful teases torture acceptance

Nervous spirits separately arrive


Fears and regrets openly shared

Normal walls unable to tower


Hours slip by like moments

Daylight stolen by the night


Longing connection found

Hearts entrusted to another


Timeless love takes flight

Fused souls soar evermore


© 2012 by Mit Maras

Surviving The Climb

Surviving The Climb


© 2012 by Mit Maras


From the depths of darkness

Births a will to survive

The first act of freedom

Is surviving the climb


Stubbornly fights to rise

All forces pressing down

Final shove to daylight

Vaults blithe life above ground


Worldly glimpses at first

Endless secrets concealed

Presence goes unnoticed

Purposes soon revealed


Minuscule existence

Only witness God’s eye

Stretching beyond limits

Heaven’s angels are nigh


Warmth of life pleasant spring

Cool winds and gentle breeze

Docile bends, mellow sways

Petals extend and tease


Bright palettes dance as one

Gently nuzzled by bees

Sharing God’s elements

Creation on her knees


Afternoon rain showers

Drowning out scorching heat

Relentless summertime

Worthy foe hard to beat


Fall leans itself cool nights

Welcomed relief from burn

Naively unaware

Lurking danger near turn


Nestled deep for winter

Protected against frost

Unyielding to demise

No matter what the cost


© 2012 by Mit Maras



Death Is Never More Beautiful

Death Is Never More Beautiful


© 2012 by Mit Maras


In unwavering reverence,

We watch as she dances,

Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.


With a natural pluck,

Each canvas spirals down,

Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.


For so long we have sought,

The solitude of her darkest places,

Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.


Death has now befallen her.

Yet, death … has not beaten her.


She stretches exposed arms,

Void of those she held dear,

Rooted against all threatening new life next year.


Standing bare and vulnerable,

Her loss is witnessed by all,

Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.


Held captive in a place

Where heartache and darkness rule,

She towers the world,

All proof … death is never more beautiful.


© 2012 by Mit Maras