The Divine Spark
The Divine Spark
Skin, bones and nerves do not a human make.
Means more to form the rounded counterpart.
The inner soul is something we forsake,
stunting growth from happening in the heart.
Besought with questions of eternal life,
we search the answers deep within the storm.
Upon beholding horror that is rife,
in shock are we by acts against the norm.
Dare we assume that in each live, warm breast,
bide sparks of blessings and divinity?
And if faced with the choice of life or death,
will choose the ways of God and decency.
We pray that deep within each human heart,
exists the goodness of the divine spark.
8/25/16
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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