the Soul First Speaks by Robert G Parent
I travel a darkened land, looking for something.
The loan car passes on the city street.
The light of stars, millions of light-years away, look down on the darkness.
Many bodies I have had, lesson upon lesson, then at last a small voice is heard.
I listen, learn, and build a lighted house to dwell there in.
I have become as that great teacher from long ago,
a light unto the world, to inspire the new ones yet to come.
The sun rises and a new day dawns.
It is the end of the beginning. All soul sings the song.
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