When in touch with my soul

Not far, but when in touch I’m with the soul, Should my inner vision slowly arise, I see God in souls struggling to rise, I see the same soul animating all— In trees forlorn and lost as in desert, In mother's selfless love do I see him, In dreams she dreams and struggles to redeem, I see Him in mind's mirror cleansed of dirt, And in humanity’s selfless judgment, In a poor man's precious last piece of bread That he feeds a hungry dog, heart and head, In every life from ant to elephant, In thorns I see Him as much as in rose, In friends, feel-hearts much as aliens and foes. __________________________________________ Sonnet |12.05.2015| God, spiritual