mortal flesh clay time falters
time conquered by life frets
if mortal clay be not time fired
into sparks of immortality refined...
soul communion with God we sell
cloistered in silent moments we dwell
seeking immortal pure eternal love God's kiss
emanates light radiant encapsulated in divine bliss...
knowing own mind soul to focus depths inner eye
kaleidoscopic images eternal turning in mind's eye
defined in path shades of light to despair adversity
is step solid preparation for faith spiritual journey...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes...I believe the soul is immortal and that life is a gift, a spiritual journey in which becoming more 'human' (more humane) in achieving this we will be deserving of what we have sowed.....Beautiful....10