Eyes will not see the end of mystery
the soul may know it well, sensing
even through the walls of life, answers.
We may not lose our souls
but can deny the things that
we perceive; separating
thoughts from our deeper understanding;
turning a bridge of knowing
into a chasm of doubt, which feeds upon itself
most destructively;
like a starving animal
consuming the muscle of its heart.
The soul may be a portal to existence and
raise us to understanding;
what if people really lived
in certainty of an eternal soul?
Would we cherish life more? wage war less?
find more beauty and compassion?
Finding faith that we have something within
that persists beyond life, we are wise to
nurture it just as as we feed our lives,
to enrich our experience; more abundant life.
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This poem is worthy of the change..it is evocative and such truth here to be contempalted...even if we do not know, it does go up into the vapor to find its place.
