Transition Poem by Anugo J. Edoka

Of spirits, of souls are we
Of the divine to encapsulate the least
From realms mortal eyes may never see
Fleshly hinged on the existence of an abrupt midst

Of reincarnated hope are we
To breathe through the essence of life's wrist
Faith in fate's very own plea
Unbridled lease of life empowered like a fist

Of life, of death are we
In grace to last the eternal hands of time
Of dust to decay, so remember this thee
That in all, we fall from this climb