My Soul Poem by Randy McClave

Upon my own tortured soul
I still wonder who gave me that gift,
If it abandons me will I still be whole
Or would my demeanor and personality shift.

Was it given to me by my parents
Or was it crafted and then installed by GOD,
Will I be remembered as one of the virtuous tenants
Or will I be simply known, and then given a nod.

Sometimes I just don't feel so worthy
With the soul of mine that's connected to me,
I am told that we are one, but it is clean and I am dirty
I am the bark, and it is the tree.

I guess in the end it doesn't really matter
When the time comes GOD will then judge us both,
I am my soul's master, and not the latter
I gave it a home, and it gave me spirituality and growth.

Randy L. McClave