The Returning Poem by Jonathan Platt

The soul cannot fall victim to blade of sword,
Or be ceaselessly ravaged by the decay of time.
And though it burns vigorously in the mortal core,
In that higher Kingdom, it doth brighter shine.
Tis our flame, our fire, our roaring blaze,
Our inner star of infinite light,
Sublimely surpassing those celestial rays
Whose enchanter radiance suffuses the night.
With the life's spark lost, the spirit must fly
Beyond the beauty of firmaments dome.
Like a lightning bolt released from earth to sky,
The soul to eternity...returns to home.