Our Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is full, crowded with ideals and purposes meant for
everyone, holding nothing dear, all will pass from our
senses when dying.

Death of eventuality belongs to us as a whole, none can
escape it, but why grab material things as we pass through?

There are more important necessities we need to fulfill
and learn about or otherwise our lives are empty and
meaningless to ourselves and others.

We cannot separate values, morals and ethics from our
souls, because that is where we store, use, nurture and
grow them.

Our minds cannot do this because they are too forgetful,
too bound to desires to keep on the straight and narrow.

When our deaths come to pass, our minds will no longer
be of use, but our souls will take us to heaven, filled
with what we have learned on earth.

Will God be pleased with our individual soul and it's
growth and fulfillment?