Spirit Of The Holy Poem by Patrick Frazier

The soul rejoins her spirit
Reminiscing about his mortality
Preparing for heaven to transcend

Her silver light wounds
She is confined
A perfected form fallen to mortality

Primordial immortals fearing the confines of rational order
Multiple arms severed
Exposed bones decay
Shining through the ages of man
Is an ancient memory of Fae

They splash the corpse with floral scents
A risen body recomposing
They always have trouble sticking their nose in
The fleshy mask

With a jolt memory collects
He joins his generation as it ascends
Echoes of creation pouring into the senses

When did sound the universe gain?
Was it the patter of falling rain?
Or a sizzle, whoosh, or steam
Somewhere in an animal's dream?

What are we looking for?
With a hand on reflective glass
Tempting our souls back

A spiritual flame that takes away pain
A spirit of the holy
A forever of immortal love
Casting fire throughout glory.