Embodiment Poem by Gert Strydom

We are caught in life
to a set time and place
from which there is
just sometimes escape,

from our beginning
we are like animals in a cage
and although the bars
are usually transparent

we are bounded still,
we are caught into our bodies,
are sometimes limited to a set class,
a set occupation and work,

we are limited to that which destiny does bring,
while continually time is running out,
while the years do circle out from us
until we do notice someone else

that has been decimated by life,
that still tries
to stand staggering,
tries to go on
with life at a time of destruction

and then we are reminded
at how much better our fate is,
that we are still
in the hands of God.