Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The Soul




Between Heaven and Hell,
Made in his own image,
Broken into half by an exploding shell,
and yet breaking free of this bondage.

Flying high above the anxieties that bogged,
A never before felt hope in my being,
Soaring high, neither coaxed or dogged,
a liberation, an exhilaration, no more abetting.

Faster than ever thought possible,
A peace, unlike ever felt before,
Every dream now achievable,
Every mystery and promised treasure, now reachable.

The days of I, a mortal man, over,
every impossible world, now available,
No more hurt to gnaw inside, no longer a griever,
Just my soul, roaring and undefeatable!

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