Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

Where is the soul?

Young girl asks her grandfather, “Where is my soul?”

He responds, “It’s right here on your eyebrow.

It arches when it is curious or surprised.

If someone looks closely; they will see it through your eyes.”

Young Girl: “You are kidding me right?”

Grandfather: “No, the soul is very visible

To those who want to see it.

It flexes its muscle and exercises every day,

It needs to be ready for eternity.

But in the meantime,

It does not really matter

Where it is

What matters is that

We know how to use it

Plato said it was “the essence of our being”

Young girl: “Grandpa, can you see mine?

Will Johnny see it too?”

Grandpa smiles, “Absolutely!”