How my soul felt

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Spiritual living

How my soul felt 

When speaking to my elderly dad
his tone was sweet enough
but he could not fully hear me
both literally and spiritually
and my soul was left incomplete.

When asking to help my friend
offering to mop her floors
volunteering precious time
she was cavalier about my gesture
and my soul was left incomplete.

When I read about a man
who moved to Argentina to live like a king
eating and socializing as the Romans did
I felt both envy and disgust
and my soul was left incomplete.

When  invited to a downtown 'improv' event
a chance to escape what I have to face
the performance was playful and innocent
contrasting with what is sex and money driven
and still my soul was left incomplete.

The day after my soul seemed to seep upwards
as if in a sand timer but reversed
and I gathered myself in this glass bubble
viewing my life from a place of safety
and  for a time my soul felt complete.