In Search of a Soul

Is it buried;

in the footprints of pristine snow?

Or hidden;

in the ebony wings of a crow?

Is it found;

in the smile of a newborn child?

Or captured;

in a rose growing wild?

Is it in the essence;

mirrored in a calm winter sky?

Or in a summer wind’s passing sigh?

Do I seek myself;

in the words of grace?

Or in the wisdom;

of God’s hidden face?

Perchance,

I have glanced;

in a spiritless place.

Overlooked its presence;

in a hurried haste.

Perhaps,

what I seek;

is not what I see.

The search begins,

and ends;

within me.

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