The Soul


Always reaching to become
free...

Always yearning to become
beyond...

Life cannot even hide the
soul's existence...

As much as I am, then too
is my soul...

Where will she come to rest
after death... ?

Yet death shall become her
life...

Taste of the wine and even
I become free...

There is no light,
there is no heat
when she is home...

Always grateful of my soul
always I will be...

Robert H. Green
� 08/2004