BODY AND SOUL
by Anton Wills-Eve
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/yawn/”>( YAWN )</a>
slowly getting better. meanwhile another repeat.
BODY AND SOUL
In May, the lovers’ month, before day’s dawn
My soul first saw our world one Sunday morn
As I, gently, from my mother’s womb was torn.
My eyes were shut, yet my soul could clearly see
The severed cord that had fed and bonded me.
Preparing the body in which it ever was to be
My other self, protecting and loving but also sad
When my will was stronger than it and I was bad.
And yet I loved its heavy censure for I was daily glad
Whenever united with God in prayer and holy love.
As I grew up my soul bound me to Heaven above.
But even a soul can wield iron fist in velvet glove
If correction is the way it shows its sacred care
For our salvation and makes us, in confession, bare
Our forbidden actions – be she the fairest of the fair.
If how we love is outside God’s laws, and thus a sin,
The soul is our conscience which draws us back within
Heaven’s family, God’s children, His kith and kin.
Yet love twixt boy and girl is beautiful and pure
If they in constancy let their passionate hearts endure
A lifetime of keeping their loving vows and so ensure
Temptations of the flesh lead them never so astray
That lust or jealousy leads either one to have to pay
The sorry price of admitting faltering, even for a day.
The soul, our sacred messenger and spiritual friend,
Knows our worst misdeeds. It tells us how to mend
Our ways and thus try to live our lives unto their end
In such a way that God will be with us for all time
And smile on how we tried, ‘oft slipping, still to climb
The steepest mountains to our final goal sublime.
But, if I can live a life from which all bad deeds are hurled
Back to hell. Then may I truly say, with all hope unfurled,
I paid for all my sins and so all is well with the world.