Sojourn

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the prompt "writing unseen" 

imagined by Isadora 

" You don't have a soul.  You are a soul.  You have a body."

~ C. S. Lewis

Our bodies are a bed and breakfast lodge for a soul

 that has places to go

we sometimes forget their presence 

because they are the quietest of guests

treading down the innermost halls

preparing for a trip

with no plans to stay at all

so we attempt to keep up the cottage and

we fluff the pillows and smooth the sheets

but the soul doesn't eat a big breakfast

and never needs too much sleep

prolonging it's stay is futile

for it has plans we cannot conceive 

if one looks with scientific eyes

they won't see past the amenities

but if we simply close them

and search within the confines of our heart

we will find there is something bigger

than this world could ever impart...

so I say to the world of traveling souls

and that means you and that means me to

have a little faith

and we'll leave the light on for you.

Butterflies and Land Mines

The Mag #255

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right. ~John Donne

Faith is a white horse that must run in the black of night
and the soul is the rider that must hold on with no reins in sight.
It is a treacherous journey that requires a lot of guts.
The kind that walks through land mines with eyes completely shut.
 So let go of your logistics and reach out for something true.
A credence that is mightier than any scientific proof.
For genuine conviction is a force that moves through hardy walls
and the voice that drives it onward has an ever gentle call.
 You see the cement of the soul is full of both tenderness and might.
For faith is a true force yet enigma like butterflies and land mines.