No Soul

 

 

She was as pretty as they come

And intelligent too

And she could do far better

Than what any woman could do.

 

She was ultra-faithful and loyal-

This was her guarantee

And she came with, believe you me,

A life-long of warranty.

 

She was as beautiful, I tell you,

As at the first day she existed

And there was no way any man alive

Her charm could have resisted.

 

There was nothing she didn’t know

And in seconds she’d tell you

All you needed to know

Because she already knew.

 

A walking encyclopedia, if you please,

Covering every conceivable topic

And just rattling off the information

Was her regular habit.

 

It mattered not the subject

Or the level being queried,

Simple and difficult were the same to her,

Challenging was the same as easy.

 

 

 

Her skin was soft and firm-

A lovely sensation when touched,

To have her would be a dream come true-

No woman could mean so much.

 

She could recite the Holy Scriptures

From Genesis to Revelation

And answer anything contained therein-

Such amazing comprehension!

 

Her knowledge was unsurpassed

By any human in history

Jesus, of course, the only exception,

Being a member of the Trinity.

 

Ah, but to take her home with me

Would be at an irredeemable cost,

Her price was so shockingly outrageous

I would suffer a great loss.

 

Matthew 13:45-46

 

Again, the kingdom of heaven

is like unto a merchant man,

seeking goodly pearls:

Who, when he had found one pearl of great price,

went and sold all that he had,

and bought it.

 

You are probably wondering

As to why the scriptural insertion

But just give me a few minutes

To aid your cognition.

 

The merchant man sold all he had

To procure the precious pearl,

No doubt it meant more to him

Than an entire world.

 

 

Not so with this helpmeet

That I had seen on display,

She was not all you think she was-

Absolutely no way!

 

The very last thing she disclosed

That left me really reeling

Was that she had no soul, and thus-

Could not be a human being.

 

She spoke from her knowledge base

And how she had been programmed

And all this information in her memory banks

Was programmed by a man.

 

There was no moral underpinning

That resides in the soul

For she was without such a facility

And therefore, not whole.

 

No emotions outside of a soul;

Can’t identify with my pain,

Were I to purchase her as my soul mate

There would be nothing to gain.

 

I may respond to her touch

But she definitely would not to mine,

She is not wired that way

I would eventually find.

 

 

As vivacious as she looked

And as intelligent as she seemed,

She was manufactured in the first place

To satisfy another’s man’s scheme.

 

 

 

No soul, I tell you,

Unlike my wonderful Lynette,

The sweetest woman on earth…

I am willing to bet.

 

Stewart Russell © May 13, 2023