Soul

It is the ghost within which haunts the faces
Of certain people in uncertain places
As the outside is affected by the in
So the spirit is revealed beneath the skin
The animus itself the animation
Which distinguishes the living from the dead
And whether dignity or indignation
The soul or whatever one calls it instead
Is there to be easily read on the face
Of the certain within an uncertain place

Let this be our sign of solidarity
A reminder to both of us that we live
That I can read you just as you can read me
Where we so often feel such isolation
Though certainly we are denied certainty
We remain to take what existence might give
In our take-it-or-leave-it situation

Though we bet it all and they say we will lose
Let us dare each other to rise up and choose
To do something about it before we go
Perhaps be remembered for something we make
And since we are certain of uncertainty
If we never try how can we ever know?
Where certainty bends there uncertainty breaks
The human race survives on the empathy
Which I share with you and which you share with me
Life is held together by a few handshakes

And one thing of which I feel certain is this:
Life gives no greater certainty than a kiss
The ghost shared within the soul beneath the skin
Shared certainly (even in uncertainty)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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