Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs
Chapter 6.
Our spirit or soul
God is immortal, immortal dead. The immortality of the soul takes you to the eternal place of the heavens and the clouds describe all we are with impending rain. Saturating the earth our soul grows like a plant or a tree, extending upwards towards the light. Clouds and the heavens rain on my mind, raining with the tears of God for like the tree we die and wither to the ground but searching for the light our branches grow. As the tree grows brushing the heavens with its leaves only to come fall, wither with the leaves, grows. Growing trees blowing in the wind like the leaves rattling along the footpath describe the soul on its journey to God. God is immortal and so is our spirit or soul.
