God-Soul

Whenever I can separate myself
From personal sadness
Of some temporary defeat
And think in terms of the eternal goodness
That universal love ever seeks
To bestow on everyone,
I then gain strength
To believe in myself
And in every self
I come into contact with.

Human beings
Are the scattered essence
Of God-Soul:
We mingle with each other
For a little while and then return
As rhythmic heartbeats
Within the divine body.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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