Word To The Wise: Soul

Held down gripping on tight to the Earth

My soul sometimes wonders what exactly she’s worth

And I remember the times that in canyons deep

I prayed to the Lord my soul to keep

Fleshing enmeshing and the harvest threshing

Reaping what I then did sow and soul fetters unbending

Hold me still tight on the path to redemption

On which my soul heaves and weeps not to mention

The stress of being unsure not knowing where I stand

But soul to soul I will stick to the ineffable unplanned

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