Souls and Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were’t not for the wrinkles in life’s face.
If a man is driven by a desire to live life in such a way that he leaves notable “wrinkles” in “life’s face,” he will miss the point of life entirely. If we are motivated by the result, that is, by an expected outcome we hope to achieve in the course of living, then we are driven from the outside-in rather than the inside-out.
Most souls who “come down” and “wrinkle life” are trapped in bodies governed by strident hearts and minds which pay no attention to the soul’s desire. Mankind has perfected the art of pursuing selfish aims, justifying them with concepts about good and evil, creating moral codes and societal mores which further support their apparent validity, but of the things we hold dear – health, family, prosperity, peace, ingenuity, spirituality, etc. – which would you say in your quietest moments actually coincide with your soul’s desire?
The “wrinkles” we leave in “life’s face” are only meaningful to the degree that the action which produced them originates in your soul’s desire, that is, in your “Father [or Mother] which is in heaven” as it was once put. The rest is vanity.