Understand

Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.

Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.

Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,

its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,

Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its

time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts

of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance

Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and

to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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