Spirits Talk Poem by Eric Bult

My spirit tells me you are with a life
That now is governed by a special brain
Which, knowing well the circumstance of strife
Enables it fine progress now to gain.
You may identify, it says, from time
To time, such brains that, having good control
Of human bodies, do exhibit fine
And fitting progress of eternal soul.
I should, my spirit tells me, try again
To sense direction of that spirit now,
Since clearly it progresses strongly when
It meets one such as mine, I must avow.

Thus may our spirits greatly profit by
Recalling life experience 'ere we die.