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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic







Once my friend, before the dawn of time,

When this small sphere no setting had nor rhyme,

Your spirit floated pure and unconfined,

Measureless its being, ethereal and sublime.

That vital being, nurturing itself, grew strong

Through unencompassed space, aware, alone.

A cosmic consciousness, cerebral and alive

In certain knowledge that it would survive,

Invulnerable to force or fear of its damnation,

Eternally driven by an innate salvation.

But, in one shattering instant all went wrong;

Your spirit was confined to life – a body - bonds.

That mystic place now almost faded; gone.

For the first time you knew joy and pain,

Day and night; you felt the wind and rain.

Your life touched other lives, with them you lived

And learned, not just to take – to give.

Then, as you grew through ardent, innocent youth

Fell in love and, for a blinding instant, glimpsed the truth.

That place your soul had known existed still,

Somewhere out of time, beyond your conscious will.

So then you re-discovered that eternal door;

Intangible – illogical- yet nothing felt so sure.

As age crept on; the lights were growing dim;

You’d seen it all - the love; the hate; the sin.

Now my friend; at the passing knell of time;

With, this small sphere slipping far behind,

Your soul will float again, pure; unconfined,

Measureless it’s being, ethereal and sublime.

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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