by: Shirley Satterfield
The Human Soul Magnificent!
When I see a special needs adult,
A homeless person,
I get the urge to feed them.
To look into their eyes
And see them.
To make them feel the significance
Of a human soul magnificent.
The human soul magnificent
Is the scent of God’s own breathlessness.
Who can measure the breadth
And the width of it?
The human soul magnificent.