I am the daughter of Mother Earth
My flesh is formed of her dust
She gave me birth; I am part of her
But how could she give me a soul?
The Earth is alive in a myriad ways
Yet knows not the life that I know
For I have a Father; ’tis His life I live
Creator, sustainer of all
When God touched the Earth
With the breath of His love
For me, was made my own soul.


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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2 Responses to Soul

  1. RoSy says:

    We are made up of Heaven & Earth – Love it!

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