My Soul, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
At moment of birth was given a soul
to be mine, the rest of eternity,
longer than my body shall ever be,
with soul returning to heaven my goal.
From my mouth this deep desire I extol,
but I have failed caused by human frailty.
Falling to pleasures that made me guilty:
ever yielding to my desires’ control.
I am weak from a human perspective!
Shall my soul be punished for weakened deeds?
If be true: body and soul are as one
together for a long as I may live
then soul now complicit to human needs
How can a place in heaven now be won?