The Soul

They say the eyes are the window to the soul,

I wonder what people see when they look through mine.

Do they see a soul that is troubled?

Broken in pieces and crippled

Or do they see a soul that is in peace?

Who enjoys each day with ease.

When I see through so many people eyes,

This is what I see from the inside;

A young soul that feels trapped,

Who is desperate to be heard.

“Let me out!”  She screams

“I am trapped!”  She shouts

“Please help” She whispers

The body ruling over her,

Ignoring her voice and hunger.

Day after day she prays,

Kneeling on her knees and wiping her tears.

Sometimes though it is rare,

I run in to an old soul that is in ease

It gives my heart a sense of peace.

When I look through this person eyes

I cannot move but stare,

I sink through them and glare.

It is as if my own soul knows

The peace inside them it shows.

They pull me in as if there is gravity,

There is so much energy and clarity

I dread to depart their company;

Each second with them is a journey.

Then I walk away and wonder 

What their soul thought of mine

What if my own soul is trapped?

What if my own soul is asking for help?

Only God could set my soul free

Only God could create the peace inside me,

But it is all up to me to surrender

So my soul could live in peace forever.

"And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both body and soul in hell" Matthew 10:28

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