The Spirit Poem by ERNEST CLARY
The Spirit
The spirit no one can see
upon the birth of death
it is set free
without wings like a dove
it will return
to the heavens above
old or young no matter your age
the bird your spirit
your body the cage
once given life and breath
it will never die an eternal death
look at nature and all to fact
this play called dying
is just an act
The spirit a bird, the body a cage. I like the symbolism. Much truth conveyed here. Merry Christmas to you, my friend. Richard
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4/26/2024 6:09:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So profound. And what a mystery. It's a man's (woman's) spirit that sustains him. I'm constantly aware of that invisible, yet most significant part of me called 'spirit.' This is such a 10. Ernest, thank you for having visited my site, thereby causing me to discover your works. I love yout poems and will be visiting again soon. God bless.