The Soul

The drive was long, But worth the miles. There was a time when Good judgment was tested, And now I am here with you. No thorny rose, Or bumpy trail, Was going to leave me cold and frail. So I picked a daisy, For my soul to taste. And I kept it close to my heart, So it wouldn’t go to waste. For the fruit of a soul Lies not on the window Always looking out at the world, Nor does it lie in the chance for freedom. I do not believe it lies beneath the tree, Even though that can be enriching. I do believe that the fruit Stems out from the root of all goodness. All beginnings, and all ends. Loving our enemies, As well as your friends. Smiling at strangers, Winking at lovers, Holding onto the memories, Shared with your sisters & brothers. Sharing your cup, With someone less fortunate. Holding hands with the neighbor In church that you never really liked. Be kind to all as if they were Christ. We do not live as ourselves. Christ lives through us… And we house Him inside our shells.. All experiences that one walks While holding the hand of God, Is how a soul grows to be so fruitful.