By Anna Sweet
What’s in a soul?
Layers of indentations pressed by lives lived?
I like to imagine the oldest, most experienced souls
are the brightest and fullest.
Each life is made up of colors:
a tapestry of emotions and time.
Some days I can feel my soul shimmering within me;
it is visible through my eyes
when I am passionate about something.
It can be heard tumbling out
of my chest when I laugh.
I wonder what the sun’s soul is like?
How bright must it be to illuminate the world.
When the sun laughs we can all feel the warmth
breaking through the clouds on our small planet:
brimming with lives of its own.
If the Earth has a soul you can see it in the forests,
feel it surrounding you in the oceans,
hear it whispering down the mountains.
Maybe every person on this planet is made up of
the pieces of a soul from a long forgotten star.
When it burst, its soul shattered and filled life here.
Someday the sun will do the same
and its brightness will shine through the eyes of life
in a far away corner of our strange and deepening universe.
Edited by Blair Hill