My Soul

My soul is not the coward
that my body seems to be.
For my soul does remember
that my body will be free,
free of all its fears and fright
while passing through this earth,
free to experience once again
a brand new type of birth.

My soul is always patient.
Sometimes my body's not.
For my soul exists forever
while my body's just a dot
in the vastness of experience
that's come and gone for me.
And so patiently I'm learning
to acquire tranquility.

My soul will never leave me
as seasons come and go.
But my body will finally say adieu
to happiness and woe.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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