Whole Soul

quickly whipped out poem

If the factory line worked in reverse
You might see the pieces
running through time

A heart to beat for you and I
A brain to ponder the world 
Two legs to support me along the way
Two arms to hold

But, the soul can never be perceived
Only thought of as concept
A delicate thread that supports the whole
And ties it together invisibly

It lives in every piece 
And therefore is not a part,
But the whole itself.

Author's Note

ta-da!

Reviews

[readybob]

Really quite good as our soul is the essence of our being.