It is the greatest honor
A moment of divine grace
To be present
When a soul enters a body
And when a soul leaves
As labor nurse
And hospice nurse
As family and friend
I have witnessed this miracle
Many, many times
There can be no question
A soul takes up space
A vibrational energy
And it’s absence is felt
When it is gone
It is sacred and flawless
Whether housed in a “villain”
Or in a “hero”
It has inherent worth
And deserves humane care
And the Hitlers and Mansons
And Trumps and Musks
Have no soul-awareness
They are soul-blind
They can’t see the soul in others
With no internal soulshine
Plunging others into darkness
Seems to cause pleasure
Not remorse
This is Sadism
This dark illness
Is hard to acknowledge
Whether in priests or pedos
Or presidents, or murderous incels
And his followers are legion
You see the joy in them
Cruelty is their cocaine
The complicit Congress
The Maga Cabinet…ICE
But I’ll weep and fight
With millions of kindred souls And rejoice for the grace Of not being soul-blind.
barb j beyers 