Souls Like Mine

Can it be true that every other soul,
locked in itself, is somehow just like mine,
that all the while it's playing out its role,
it yearns for everything short of divine?

Our bodies trap us yet we feel the need
to fly somewhere, escape our time and place,
to be ourselves, yet from ourselves be freed,
to take time out to have a spell of grace.

And other times to have our self be known,
and finally get the stuff dreams are made of,
and dump the empty sense we're all alone,
and have at least just one show us some love.

Love, grace and the divine are from the Lamb,
Who made and loves me just the way I am.

                            -- by Pete Voelz       11/07