The Soul


Does a gasp grab the first available one?

Floating there in front of the nostril!

Matters not whether a girl or a son

Lucky intervention or preordained will


Millennia of accidents lead to the formulation of the molecule

Able to re-create such a complex being

The beating begins long before the initial breath inhaled

Yet the essence of life is not ringing

 

Self serving actions brought with forethought

Developed only after years responding to reflex

Charges across the synaptic spaces so taut

That decisions are unrecognized and complex


From the already entwined DNA strands

Atoms tied together with packets of energy

To a being of lungs, feet, heart and hands

Ultimately defined by a birthing synergy


What do we call this intangible gasp?

Why do we need one for life?

And when no more over our lips it will pass

To float with the others at the end of our strife


Questioning if there is a soul?

Then surely this it must be

A whisper filling a molecular hole

Exhaled to rejoin the ethereal sea!