Musings Of A Clouded Mind
The Soul
They say to look inside to see
the soul through windowed eyes.
Our passages of time through life
leave scars of all goodbyes.
The soul will find along the way
our lessons to be learned;
the priceless gifts of time and love
received, but never earned.
Sometimes the soul is filled with joy,
at times no hope we find.
The soul records and documents
life's book, too large to bind.
We live and love, we suffer loss,
those things we tuck away
within the soul where things are kept
to view again one day.
The soul is filled with this and that
collected through our lives;
once buried deep without much light
but somehow still survives.
Each time I look into your eyes
I'll search inside with care,
until the day you let me in
your soul with me to share.
By Anita Lewis Longino
February 16, 2002
the soul through windowed eyes.
Our passages of time through life
leave scars of all goodbyes.
The soul will find along the way
our lessons to be learned;
the priceless gifts of time and love
received, but never earned.
Sometimes the soul is filled with joy,
at times no hope we find.
The soul records and documents
life's book, too large to bind.
We live and love, we suffer loss,
those things we tuck away
within the soul where things are kept
to view again one day.
The soul is filled with this and that
collected through our lives;
once buried deep without much light
but somehow still survives.
Each time I look into your eyes
I'll search inside with care,
until the day you let me in
your soul with me to share.
By Anita Lewis Longino
February 16, 2002
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