The night I decided there was no soul
Was like any other night,
Maybe darker, and in early December
Here in the hills, there was already
As much snow as the past two global warming
And it was cold, in the low teens,
As it had been now for a dozen days,
But it was really just another ordinary night.
The moon was a sliver in the sky and stars sheathed
The night I concluded there was no soul,
That we were bodies, completely.
It was hardly an epiphany!
As I’d been debating this question for decades,
But it was shattering nonetheless,
The night I realized how truly mad
This mad fabrication, this imaginative fantasy of
The separation of body and soul
Body and mind
Body and spirit.
That the body,
“The cathedral of the soul”
That the soul morphed! into something winged,
Or wise, glorious, or beautiful, but certainly
Above it all,
Whilst the body
Bloated and putrefied,
Dripped decaying under the earth.
© Susan Lynn Gesmer, The Night I Decided There Was No Soul, December 2007