The Soul of a Man

The soul of a man is a delicate thing
Fraught with imperfections galore
Hopefully opposite flaws cancel out
Leaving virtue a bit in the more

Much has been said of this most holy vessel
That houses our love and our faith
Yet no one has ever proved it exists
It seems little more than a wraith

But each of us knows somewhere deep inside
There’s a fire burning savagely bright
That tells us to go when it seems like the end
And won’t let us give up the fight.

The soul of a man, what a wondrous thing
So complex and sublime
May the love of God bless each one
From now till the end of time.