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Soul issues

Creator of the soul, is it chemistry or God or both, the two? Even if I knew, to whom should I speak? And how? From a mountain peak? Or to the fragile, ill, dying? How should I speak to you? When death occurs, we’ll notice if the soul will carry on. Or will dissolve, with our flesh, smart meat no more In the afterlife, will we knock on hell’s or heaven’s door? The soul eternal, or death final, when life has gone? Until then my soul wants love Not eternal love, but just today Is it’s joy a gift that God has taken care of? I presume it is not for me to say To receive a kiss it makes my soul complete When Love created God, it winged my soul its feet

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