Bones At Dying Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Bones At Dying
Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with feasting of worms
For the spirit of this God-loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.
Breaking free with that force
Which drove each flower up into the light
Soul tossed by furies from purple storms
Sheltered where the mind creates its visions.
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