The soul, the spirit animus that gives
Vitality to everything that lives,
Remains for all the ultimate mystery
Perplexing us throughout our history.
But what we wonder most is whether it
Continues in some realm where angels sit,
A spiritual zone beyond this habitat
Transcending all that’s sensory and that
At best imagination might conceive,
Though none of our five senses may perceive.
So I’ll imagine now, as many have
Before, what to our terrors may bring salve:
Salvation does indeed await our souls,
And seeking that’s the highest of our goals.