I did not have a soul

She believed that I did not have a soul that God could acknowledge because I didn't make the sign of the cross. She believed that when we died we were destined for different destinations, because I did not eat of the wafers and I did not drink of the wine She believe God loved her, but not I, for she went to a building of marble and gold each and every Sunday, and sang songs of praies when I only built God's house in my heart. But I held him in my heart, and I held him in my soul, and I thanked him everyday, for all that he has given. And I thanked him for bringing her to me and I held her in my heart and I held her to my soul, and I thanked him everyday, but I thanked him in a way, she couldn't understand for he lives in my heart, and that is where I thanked him So why couldn't she see that God lives in my heart as I live in his. And why couldn't she see that he loves me just the same as he does all of his children. How could she not know that he had a place prepared for me too? Did she not know that I am but a spirtual being merely living in this earthly body for an "oh so short" time just as are we all? And yes, I know I have a soul, for it weeps from the loss of its mate which has run away, and yes, I do have a spirit and it is stricken with grief mourning a great great loss, and yes, I do have a heart, this I know, for it bleeds the tears, of our love now lost. Written August 7th, 1999 © on Dec 07 2001 12:48 AM PST   0 • 10