There comes a moment
when the soul no longer wrestles
with what it has lost—
but remembers
who it belongs to.
Reflections on God’s gift of flesh and soul, and man’s mistaken belief in his own power over evil.
Written in 2008 to celebrate the life of my best friend and beloved brother. Francisco Carlos de Sousa.
A body without a soul, in this world,
is the end of the matter—
left to decay,
consumed by worms,
and meaningless
to those who walk in the light.
Yet the fullness of our being
is God’s will for humanity:
the harmonious perfection,
the sacred communion
of both body and soul.
A soul without a body
is, to this world,
like ether in the air—
unseen,
untouchable.
Its existence mirrors
the faith of the godless man:
lost,
without purpose,
unable to grasp
the substance of truth.
I belong to no evil.
My body yields
to God’s will
through the surrender
of my being.
Through obedience
to His Word,
I have dominion
over my flesh—
its wants,
and its needs.
My soul remains pure,
dwelling among the saints
who are my family on this earth.
Therefore,
I need not die
to enter heaven,
for my spirit already lives
in peace—
in the abundance
of God’s goodness.
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I, a saint,
live and belong to God
among those of my world—
where no religion
or doctrine
can enchant or bind my soul,
and where the freedom of Jesus
continually knocks
within my being.
Even here,
I am held.
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Part of the “Aligned & Restored” series — reflections written in dark seasons to reveal the light of God’s love.