I am a spirit. I have a body. And I reside within it. I also have a soul. It knows everything of this world. But that does not make me whole. My true self is immortal. So, when I die, my body will have no name. But my spirit will never be forgotten. When I die, my flesh will be called a corpse. My lifeless body will no longer be called Ruelha. Feast upon me maggots and maybe even wasps. The body is corruptible. Like a child with tantrums, to earthly pleasures susceptible. My thoughts, emotions and will. My traits, character and personality. These are the things my soul fills. If you know me beyond my face and body, my dreams and desires and hobbies. On a deeper level we connect probably. You've peeped into my soul. Excerpts of my consciousness and reality. But that still doesn't make me whole. Because I am a spirit. And that is what I will forever be. I cannot be more explicit. My body needs nourishment. Food and water I feed it. At that I am very proficient. My soul likes to engage. The ways of the world and learning. That's how it never decays. But my spirit relies on just one thing. It needs spiritual food. The Word of God, joy it brings. I may have a six pack. Lots of people, be able to attract. I may have many degrees. Accumulated knowledge overseas. Body and soul may be fit. My thoughts and talents, a big hit. But all these cannot compare, if my spirit is weak on a wheelchair. A strong spirit will sustain, physical pain and mental strain. Emotional wounds, it can bear. The Word of God, if it wears. True worship can only be, in spirit and truth, don't you see? -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.