584 Souls protector 4-15-16 (go to #580 for search words)

Strange to think of skin as an organ.
This thin, stretched flesh holding all together,
shielding from the sticks and stones of misfortune.
Aging, it frays, brittles.
It struggles, even after other organs begin to quit.
It holds on to provide its last protectorate,
the soul,
time to ready for the soon, long journey.
The soul waits inside, patient, humming old spirituals,
“…going home, going home, Lord I’m going home…”,
until, at last, skin, now paper thin, bones, gone to powder,
blow away as dust.
Soul ascends,
smiling.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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