I did not have a soul

She believed that I did not have a soul
that God could acknowledge because 
I didn't make the sign of the cross.

She believed that when we died
we were destined for different destinations,
because I did not eat of the wafers 
and I did not drink of the wine

She believe God loved her, but not I,
for she went to a building of marble and gold
each and every Sunday, and sang songs of praies
when I only built God's house in my heart.

But I held him in my heart, 
and I held him in my soul,
and I thanked him everyday,
for all that he has given.

And I thanked him for bringing her to me
and I held her in my heart
and I held her to my soul,
and I thanked him everyday,

but I thanked him in a way,
she couldn't understand
for he lives in my heart,
and that is where I thanked him

So why couldn't she see that 
God lives in my heart as I live in his.

And why couldn't she see that
he loves me just the same
as he does all of his children.

How could she not know that he 
had a place prepared for me too?

Did she not know that I am but a 
spirtual being merely living in this earthly body
for an "oh so short" time just as are we all?

And yes, I know I have a soul, 
for it weeps from the loss of
its mate which has run away,

and yes, I do have a spirit
and it is stricken with grief
mourning a great great loss,

and yes, I do have a heart,
this I know, for it bleeds the tears,
of our love now lost.