The soul, unseen, is born and seeks
It’s maker—moves body and mind in space
And time—distracted by temptations,
Sights, and sounds—direction lost,
The path beyond in pale outline,
The fading flower falls from the vine.
The Soul, Unseen
The soul, unseen, is born and seeks
It’s maker—moves body and mind in space
And time—distracted by temptations,
Sights, and sounds—direction lost,
The path beyond in pale outline,
The fading flower falls from the vine.