The Journey In Existence Poem by Edward Webb

All parts of you have, individually, always been,
although you as whole, till born, unseen.

The assembled parts enable a soul to be contained.
the machine, called the body; the soul keeps it maintained.

We exist through the interpretation of the world around,
through;
taste, touch, smell, sight and sound.

Existence in morality is like a burning ember,
Potentially embers could fire burning blaze,
embers chosen -ignite, choice made by divine might.

re- lit, the body of the flame burns bright,
yet, the fire that was, never be the same in light

When the flames die down, whats left is the smoke,
dispersed by the wind, so earth doesn't choke.

So still, always there, in carbonates of ash,
just as loved ones still care, whom have passed,

these people cant now be seen, doesn't mean that they have never been,

just on the next stage, a right to life given,

part, in a chapter that all life will destined be in.