There are many things that make us
But the thing that makes us whole
Is what no other creature has
And that, friends, is our soul
The body is demanding
Poets call it crude
It has a thirst for water
It fights its way to food
All its subtle systems
Are delicate and needy
It’s programmed for survival
It’s hungry and its greedy
It knows somehow instinctively
It really is defenseless
A single cell can kill it
It sees that fact as senseless
And so when there is danger
We see, year after year
The body is assaulted and
So many live in fear
The soul is more resilient
Secure and everlasting
Immune to most contagion
It flourishes when fasting
As strong when you grow older
As it blossomed in your youth
It has one ever present need
And that of course is truth
So when the truth is hidden
(It often is today)
In the dark and gloomy wood
The soul can lose its way
There is no jab to cure the soul
No man-made therapeutic
No chemical from science
No new-age pharmaceutic
Read, then, words of wisdom
Believe what you can see
When disease attacks the soul
The truth will set it free
