Animal Soul
They are our creatures, our natures.
our animal roots.
Such souls are innocent,
incorruptible, sinless.
Why would we ask
if the animals and plants have souls
when we yet leave unacknowledged
our own roots?
If you do not believe in soul,
look at the palms of your hands
its rough face is written there,
its true face is elsewhere.
There are too many leaves in the forest,
the ground hides what is under it.
We grow blind when we consider that the soul
is in anything. We are within it.
The lion, the lamb, the dragon,
the lilies of the fields, the pet upon our laps,
these are the roots of heaven.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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