Astounding....

Astounding…

Got a stone in my shoe
it came in through a hole.
Deliberating what I’ll do,
with my wandering soul.

The hole in my shoe
it lets in fresh air.
That sure is one sole,
I don’t need to repair.

As long as the sun shines,
I’ll keep this holed footwear.
I can truly say it’s mine,
my own cross to bare.

Don’t believe in the cross,
does that mean I’ve no soul.
Not a great big loss,
still feel like I’m whole.

I’ve never needed a god,
to make me feel good.
Don’t at all feel odd,
don’t see why I should.

I believe I’m the same,
as any other being.
I just wish I could tame,
peoples need for an all seeing.

I sometimes feel like crying,
as people talk of what they’ve found.
And their belief when dying,
really does astound.

Getting back to my shoe,
the fact it needs repaired.
I’ll leave it up to you,
can two souls be compared.