Love
comes in many forms - the soul individualizes and expresses itself
through people. When I look at those I love today, I will see their
souls, their divinity, the God who dwells within them. Soul is both
universal and individual. The expression of soul through people is
touched by the divine. This is one of the truest and deepest gifts of
life.
I see soul in those I love.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sad, from us fled Love.
He paced upon the mountains far above,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W. B. Yeats
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