Darkest Days Iii. Poem by Wade Harlaine

At the birth of the earth, moon and sun
the life giving spirit created the perfect soul
but then realized that it was too powerful
and split this entity creating man and woman,
and cast them across the earth, as the spirit had done to the stars
into the darkness that is night.
There these souls search endlessly for their other half,
yearning to be complete again.
I was touched by that completeness;
I must be with you again,
or face an eternity of unrest.
How could heaven ever be peaceful without you there.