Big Castle with Lots of Rooms

St. Teresa of Avila's castle was a dwelling of the heart.
way-stations on the road to paradise,
each one playing a part
in desiccating the clouds to glorify the skies
where calmer weather, therein lies,
islands of serenity, no one cries, no one dies.

Sometimes the mind itself seems like a brooding
cliffside castle, where fears and danger lurk,
chambers of memory and doubt, intruding
into our well-being and our work.

What does it take to conquer this edifice
filled with thoughts of the future and the past?
Shall we tear it down and begin from scratch--
is there a golden key, somewhere a secret latch?
or should we let it stand, a repository for our prayers,
an inner journal of the journey to the top of the stairs.



Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-30 at 15:53

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Very lovely, William. I once heard a speaker refer to our mind as a filing cabinets which we fill during our lifetimes with file folders containing memories and information. Thinking of it that way it’s no wonder I sometimes get things all mixed up. Your description is much more lovely.
Sincerely,
Melinda

And Happy New Year!
2025-12-31


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks. I've always thought that a poem should never be unintelligible, but it can have various possible interpretations. The reader participates in the poem
2025-12-30


shells
This sounds like my mind at times, lots of interesting interpretations here, much enjoyed.
2025-12-30