Spirit Of Life Poem by mark anthony st. rose

It is like the Spirit of Life gets entangled
in a universal bacterial web; a soil; an earth.
In other words, it is betaken by a virus; a dirt,
and it must work its way out
by a higher calling it must believe
in a beauty beyond the senses.
It must believe in a timeless existence
beyond the prison of time.
It must believe in the beauty of a deeper unseen self.
One devoid of the diseased flesh and bone.
This is the only way the light will make its way home.



copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose.