Assessing a Soul
I pick up a tool…
An ethereal can opener
A holy pry-bar
To pop the lid off this Soul
I am allowed to see
…if only for a moment…
The shadows and faded pictures
Of a deeply guarded spirituality
What gives meaning to this Soul?
What thoughts are laid bare
In this Sacred Space
Afforded to me
Did I hear that cry…
Between the lines of Cascading words
Powerful emotions are covered
By multiple facades
Love, Hate, Joy, Sorrow
Jealousy, Pride, Anger
The spigot is pouring now
Splashing down on virgin ground
Do you pray?
Do you long to touch the face of your God?
Do you “lift up your eyes to the hills?”
Do you wait to hear a “still, small voice?”
I Assess a Soul
And that Soul Assesses me.
