Soul and Spirit, the Human Condition
While sitting at my desk, and in the comfort of my chair,
my mind soon begins to wander, as then, I begin to stare.
In my considering a likeness of the spirit and of the soul,
any differences of these, for me to ponder, in their role.
Their likenesses seem so much as in being the same,
and in essence, a difference, if by only in their name.
The spirit's light is so given to each one at our birth,
every soul is formed on anvil's steel, forged by hearth.
The life force is then attached in a babe's small heart,
and in their lives, it shall be forever, such a beautiful part.
The breath of life, and all creation, is so given to us all,
remaining there until our demise, in our answer to its call.
Our spirits soar, in our release, joining light, in the starry sky,
while every soul and by its own mold, remains, to fly, by and by.
As Christ's footprints, each to remain in the sands of all time,
then in our following His, we shall reach our homes, sublime.
Both the soul and the spirit, are of the purest of human conditions,
each a vital need and to be so joined, in their special compositions.
One without the other, as much as in the absence of its fond mother,
fully joined in a wholeness, and depending one, upon the other.
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