THE SOUL OF MY LOVE
I have always found
It difficult
To believe
What I cannot experience
And yet
time is a good example
I am here
Time passes
I cannot see it
Time passes
I cannot feel it
Time passes
I have become
An old woman
Unaware of passing time
Each day
Seems to be exactly
Like the day before
Another example
Is the “Soul”
What is it
Where is it
How to know
It exists
Someone told me once
It is the “you of you”
The very essence of you
That makes sense
I will accept it
August 9, 2018
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I like the thought of the soul being the “you of you”.
Thanks Frank, me too! Annell Livingston
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Ah…you’ve picked around the topic that always intrigues me…time. Sometimes I just sit and wonder…how can I stop it? I look at the photos magnetized on the convector across from me in my study….photos of my parents who have long passed into another world; my grandchildren when they were babes; my own children as youngsters; my brother who was 9 years older than me and became an angel far too youg, at the age of 51….and I wonder, how does the past arrive so fast?
Perhaps you have touched the most important question…the question without answer. I remember when it was a vast stretch before me, and I can see my GrandMother smile…I think she knew. Thanks for your response. Annell Livingston
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