Pamela Mutch

Soul

Soul, oh soul, why do you hide from me?
So long you have slept and not heard my call,
Come forth and turn your face towards me,
Know not that you are mine,
My sweetest love divine.

So long you have been encased in matter,
You fell asleep and heard me not,
You listened to the chattering mind,
The mind of mere mortality,
Believing in it's reality,
Which truly is not mine.

In your sleep you dreamed a dream,
Where fear quietly entered your souls,
And caused you to wail and scream.
These souls are still fast asleep,
Knowing not that ...