Soul Touch

I cannot touch my soul with these mere hands,
yet I touch it and feel its touch all day;
I feel my soul when my mind understands,
it feels me when it sees that I obey.

I feel it when it tells my hand to move,
my soul feels me when I'm about to pray;
there's nothing with my soul I need to prove,
I feel there are few limits to its sway.

It's hard to feel the heart I know is there,
real things oft keep our senses much at bay,
while our full stomach churns we're unaware,
and so we seldom sense our soul at play.

You made my soul great, God, so help it stay
in touch with You and all of me today.

                            -- by Pete Voelz        10/06