The Soul Is Always Naked Poem by Daniel Brick

Why, what should be the fear, for my soul, being
a thing immortal?
Hamlet

The soul is always naked.*
What mortal weapon known
to men can wound the soul
whose armor is the truth
and whose life is integrity.

The soul is always naked.
How can it be otherwise
when the world is clothed
in deceit, and honesty
is a disdained fabric.

The soul is always naked,
because it is transparent:
the light from above flows
through it and joins the light
of its own sweet will.

The soul is always naked.
Rich men, ever jealous
and insecure, want to rob
it blind, to leave it
to languish, and cover up
the shame of it with explanations.

* "Naked" has a two-fold meaning:
unprotected and unclothed.