The Soul

by Ana Blandiana

The soul is something in us
That can not exist on the outside.
How many times it happened to me
To discover
Naked souls in the grass, agonizing.
Had take them with care in my palm
But never
Could find anybody in time
To receive them in self,
Was feeling the cup of my palm, empty
And a mist, untouched by leaves, passing
Doubtful through my body.
The soul is hiding in us
From God?