Bodies Die Every Day
Bodies die every day. Crashes, smashes, or in their sleep.
But the soul lives on, for it cannot be killed. It is invincible.
People who grieve the hardest sometimes forget this.
I do not grieve hard because I know that a soul lives on forever.
If a soul could be killed, I might take the loss of life harder
But the soul lives on forever and ever, possibly in other lifetimes
Bodies die every minute of every day.
But the soul cannot be destroyed, it lives throughout eternity.
My belief is profoundly unshakable.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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