The mystery of our souls and the way that they are formed
makes me wander back to a place, long before I was born
I imagine heaven and God preparing me for earth
and how I must have played up there long before my birth
It’s makes me kind of sad that we forget it all so fast
the memory of how we started and why it couldn’t last
It must be in the lessons and the things we’ve yet to know
the ones that we hang on to and the ones that we let go
My soul has always been there, though sometimes I feel it more
through the darkest times and the times it’s been restored
Carrying me through trials and when I felt most alone
floating upon the memory of the promise to return home.
I am but a vessel
that houses who I am
A symbol of the outside
where inside my soul lands
I’ll only love you if I really do
won’t fake it if I don’t
my ears have believed
a thousand lies
but my eyes…
well, they just won’t.
seems as if I’ve spent a lifetime
everyone wished I’d be
the most authentic
part of me!
Lately, I have done a lot of soul searching. Who are we really? I will tell you what I think. We are not the vessel we are wrapped up in. That is just a shell that carries us through out our journey. We are what is inside the package. A bunch of memories, joys, and tears, triumphs and mistakes, goals and dreams. A heart and soul and series of lessons learned. It is not what is on the outside at all. That is just our shell. It has nothing to do with what is truly important. In the end, what we leave behind is not the body we lived in… but the messages we believed in…. The faith we have shared, the authenticity we have learned to finally be comfortable in and accept nothing less.
Sure in the end….when people think of us… they will probably picture that vessel but it is what it carried that will really matter.