We have a core, which is so much more than the corporeal center of tissue;
it shapes how we smile, gets bruised when denial averts our guilt in an issue.
Our soul comes aboard as a gift from the Lord, and a passenger for our life's fate;
it will always be tested until life is arrested, and body and soul separate.
It's then, we are told, when the body is cold, the heat of our soul is set free;
it will rise to a place which is held by His grace, or waft to a fiery sea.
The latter condition of the blazing rendition we should not consider at all;
rather live the best life, take the joy with the strife, then answer eternity's call.
Writing Prompt |
In under 150 words, define a "soul." You may write poetry or prose. |
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Soul Writer Contest Winner
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Author Notes
Thanks to tekayep for use of the art
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