The Soul
Our soul is not our soul
we do not own, we only borrow
for it is life itself resting within us
while passing through the unknown
a timeless light from another place
a mirror for our heartfelt desires
a guide to lead us from darkness
it is eternal
and allows each breath to be felt
each thought to be measured
a lifeforce that crosses the ages without thought
a constant thread that's woven into the bodies of humanity
as a singular binding existence
its beauty is boundless, its existence unimaginable
this spirit, this soul is a light flowing
from the hand of God to give life to the unknown
and allows us to believe we are more than we are
for it holds the record of our lives
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2023
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