Poem: The Soul Never Dies

The body may falter, the breath may grow still,

The hands may grow quiet, lose power and will.
But deep in the hush where the silence lies,
A whisper remains — the soul never dies.

Through shadow and sorrow, through tempest and flame,
It carries no burden, it bears no name.
Unseen but eternal, like stars in the skies,
It dances in truth — the soul never dies.

No stone can entomb it, no fire consume,
It slips through the veil, it blooms from the tomb.
Where memory lingers and love never lies,
It speaks in the wind — the soul never dies.

It lives in a laugh, in a tear softly shed,
In stories retold, in words that were said.
Though flesh may return to the earth it implies,
The spirit ascends — the soul never dies.

So grieve not in darkness, nor tremble at night,
For nothing of beauty is lost to the light.
Beyond what is broken, the sacred will rise,
Forever it shines — the soul never dies.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie