Sunday, May 26, 2013

The Soul

Does a gasp grab the first available one? 
Floating there in front of the nostril! 
Matters not whether a girl or a son 
Lucky intervention or preordained will 

Millennia of accidents lead to the formulation of the molecule 
Able to re-create such a complex being 
The beating begins long before the initial breath inhaled 
Yet the essence of life is not ringing 
  
Self serving actions brought with forethought 
Developed only after years responding to reflex 
Charges across the synaptic spaces so taut 
That decisions are unrecognized and complex 

From the already entwined DNA strands 
Atoms tied together with packets of energy 
To a being of lungs, feet, heart and hands 
Ultimately defined by a birthing synergy 

What do we call this intangible gasp? 
Why do we need one for life? 
And when no more over our lips it will pass 
To float with the others at the end of our strife 

Questioning if there is a soul? 
Then surely this it must be 
A whisper filling a molecular hole 
Exhaled to rejoin the ethereal sea! 

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