Souls are born

Souls are born leaders-
But a stranger's come calling,
Trying to open a door;
For sure opening windows.

Soul's all dressed up,
Body lagging behind
Following the bright lights,
Like shepherds hunting babies.

Body the sluggard; body the receptacle
Of so much light, amid time-crazed journeys;
Body follows maps, soul the guiding stars..

Soul knows not where the body's going
But only what happens, when it gets there.

poem by Patti Masterman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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