My Soul                
For those of you who worry ,ore my soul,Be it known that  
it has found it's place;                                                             
The soul is made of God,and God is everywhere:              
                                                 .                                               
And in the passing I can finally find,the answers to the       
many questions why;                                                              
My life and other lives before the last,I view them as a      
movie or a dream:                                                                
                                                    .                                           
I see the things I should have done and didn't do,             
Reflect on things done well and love i've shared;         
And knowing in my soul is God,and God is love,
And God is everywhere:                                                        
                                                  .                                             
For all of those who loved me,love me still,and love each
other even when it's hard to do;                                          
And you will feel my love come shinning through,              
For God is in the soul of me and you,                                
and God is everywhere:                                                        
                                                  .                                            
So am I gone? Your eyes ,they may not see,                     
The physical reflection,known as me:                                   
A fleeting thought of me may cross your mind                 
And if you reach beyond the boundary line ,that holds    
your conscious thought,there I will be:                            
                                                  .                                             
Getting on to what I need to be,For only in the passing  
do we grow to know,the meaning of the life that let us go;
Love is the only thing that matters there or here,
For God is love and God is in the soul of you and me, 
And God is everywhere.                                                      
                                                 BY: Bobby Smith                  
                                                  copyright:1992 (first collection)
             Home                 
I saw this frame of butterflies,they brought you to   
my mind,                                                                      
In center was ,a cabin tucked,in hills with              
snow behind:                                                               
Once home with my found treasure,the snow seemed far too cold,                                               
I wanted view to display,the warmth this cabin holds:                                                                          
So searching through my pictures,I found the       
perfect view,                                                              
A scene so warm and cozy,beckoning                  
to you:                                                                        
In hopes that when you view it,sweet memories
come to mind,                                                            
And cozy warmth wraps round you,transending
miles and time:                                                          
But stronger feelings are entwined,in picture and
in poem,           
Reaching out to draw you back,to place you         
can call home.                                                         
                                                BY:Bobby Smith        
                                                 copyright:1997        
                                                  (2nd collection)
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