They said that of course the soul could not be seen
but mine was translucent white
exuding a gentle light
nestled there deep within my being
Every second week I took stock
of edges darkened by childish venial fault
and with whispered sins in a dark wood box I made it clean.
Barney Rooney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispered-sins-in-a-dark-wood-box/
