Soul Speak

"Come, said my Soul. Such verses for my Body let us write, for we are one." ~ Walt Whitman Human hearts and souls are often linked together But is it fair to them to say they're birds of a feather? "I Am as I Am complete," but intangible is my soul. It delves into my well-being, a part that makes me whole. My heart controls emotions, wanting what it wants. While my soul tries to balance the treacherous taunts. Spiritually and morally, working to keep me in control. I praise its loyalty and for God's blessing with it, I extol. It speaks to my conscience. No, not in human words but an inner voice that has my ear. I listen as it girds my idle thoughts when I sit in silence so I can hear exactly what it wants me to know, making itself clear. We are one, as inseparable as I am from my heart and just as real will I identify my soul as a body part. It's not a vital organ that any of us can see or touch but I value its presence within my body just as much. My soul says, "Be mindful there's no room for ego." It challenges me, one on one, like a game of Stratego. Dutifully, reminding me to suppress ill human nature, I hear my soul conversing in its distinct nomenclature. I'm not exactly sure just where it resides within me, but sometimes I picture my soul wearing a Karate Gi just to make certain I take seriously what it has to say, "Have grace under pressure. Life is happier that way." My soul's voice is heard in many of my poetic writes. I hear it softly speaking to me on cold winter nights, and I realize I'm fortunate on hot summer mornings that my counseling soul offers me influential warnings.