Death Spirit Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

The extinct spirit, termination of the body,
Sins brought the anonymous figure,
Blow by wind scatter
Like dust in the air;
Go in and out from nowhere.

The sins hinder, untouched to the mode,
The latitude unclaimed to the perfect sacred home,
Though immortal, but dead in sin.

Shrill spirit burning on fire,
Murmuring in echoing voices
Hoping for freedom of existence, letting go of all
Committed sins, asking forgiveness.

God watching in heaven,
Mercy and love He endures.
An understandable way man cannot explain the reason,
To bring the spirit back to life.


© Jocelyn Dunbar
28 April 2006
9: 45 PM