The Gift of Soul
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Written June 19, 2007
We speak of them together- 'heart and soul,'
but hearts are flesh- they beat inside of us.
Emotions grow through love's euphoria
when mind and heart unite in happiness.
But soul- distinct from heart, resides unseen,
and speaks to us upon a higher plane.
An aura that enfolds us sacredly-
that holy zone that God instilled in us.
That part of Him that lets us comprehend
this wondrous nature that surrounds us all;
the relished splendors of our human life-
the grace that heightens us beyond ourselves.
Compassion, sorrow, and unselfishness;
a need to share and even yield one's life;
these cannot be without our gifted souls-
deep-seated in our psyche from the start.
Most humans feel the presence of a God-
it comes from deep within in many forms.
Induced or not, we feel that mystic glow-
perceive we are unique on this old earth.
So all-embracing is our sense of God-
as known from sacred writings long ago;
made in His image, we are blessed with soul-
a spark from this great glory- is our gift.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2019
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