Quiet like the snowfall
Whispers on the breeze,
The rustle of the branches
As it moves softly through the trees …
Spirit seems ephemeral –
Fleeting, like the wind
Like a thought that passes through your mind
That you never can rescind.
You can try to grasp it,
But touch it you cannot.
A sense that something lies within
Is all that you have got.
But when you sit in silence,
Then you truly start to know,
That spirit’s not so fleeting –
It’s a constant inner glow.
Eternal, never dying …
That which lasts beyond the ages.
Enduring well beyond the facts
Written on your history’s pages.
Your spirit is a part of you.
It grows stronger with each breath.
And it will carry you beyond
The change which you call death.
Just like the leaves that rustle,
You, too, will float on air.
So trust that spirit’s what you are
And sense it if you dare.
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"It's a constant inner glow." Oh yes, I can feel this one today.
ReplyDeleteThe poem's imagery is extremely effective in describing the soft and illusive nature of one's spirit. But notice the last line, "And sense it if you dare." Powerful is one's spirit, too!
On to "floating on air" today and feeling the "constant inner glow"...
How do the spirits commune?
ReplyDeleteIf, only humans have a spirit (not sure I agree) there are trillions of spirits out there. Unless there is reincarnation. If trillions, must make for one heck of a party. Who brings the music?
It's my understanding that all living things have spirit - spirit is Life and Life is spirit.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a favorite. I like the imagery and the way it flows. I like the way "spirit" is described in the line, "You can try and grasp it but touch it you cannot." This makes me think of firefly's and their bright luminous glow that flashes suddenly and then dissapears.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much wonder and mystery in the universe and how we continue to live on in "spirit" form.
I would love to be a member of the "Council of Poets".! What a wonderful way to live on...