My Spirit. Poem by PHIL WINTER

My Spirit.

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My spirit sank below the earth
As if it had been sleeping
And waited with a thirsty heart
To know just what was dying.

The hungry earth that felt like wax
Just kept me for a moment
My spirit wept
It had no rest
I could not find my bearing.

My spirit rose then from the grave,
To tell the world my finding
That ages of some long ago
I was a part of dying.

My spirit soared
Oh god! it left
For heaven
That was calling.

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PHIL WINTER

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Berbice Guyana South America
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