Some say it’s the seat of the soul
Holder of knowledge and Spirit
Strength and love can be drawn from it
A vessel that connects a life
Pulse upon pulse renewal springs
Until a pain an alarm rings
To the now a moment in time
Radiating waves crashing down
In pooling tears of loss we drown
Residence of knowledge and love
Swelling emotions a riptide
Pulling and holding then subside
Or a harbor of hate and pain
A well-built muscle beating time
Metering man versus sublime
Does a spark of God dwell within
Why is life a throw of dice
Hit or miss chasing the device
A flame to lead us safely home
A light to guide the lonely soul
Back towards a more perfect knoll
—Diane Lobre
Diane retired from the Hawaii Public Health Institute (HIPHI), where she assisted with its mission of providing education and advocacy leadership on key public health issues. Prior to moving to Hawaii, Diane held a brief position with Bakersfield Life where she wrote profile pieces on local architects. She has two poems in Writing Flora, Writing Fauna: A Collection of Poems from the Southern San Joaquin Valley.