If I were made of just bone and flesh,
Life would seem so meaningless.
I am so much more – an irresistible
force,
A living soul on a meandering course.
From the source of life to the river
that flows,
To an ocean of raindrops, where the
tempest blows.
Washed upon a shore of silverine sand,
By the Grace of God and destiny’s hand.
Through the ancient tomes, the battles
and strife,
A warrior of light in the darkness of
life.
My spirit will live beyond these fierce
races,
In spiritual realms, in heavenly
places.
My soul – in surviving my tears and my
dying,
Will one day be free; with the owl -
I’ll be flying.
In this I choose to trust; in my faith
and my belief,
For without it - no hope; only death
like a thief.
But I’ve met the living God; he’s
appeared to me,
In the silence, in dreams; by the
willow tree.
Every day - new miracles; if you look
you’ll see,
Self-evident to all of us – the Lord
has set free.
But if I were made of just bone and
flesh,
Life would seem so meaningless.
I am so much more – a pure soul in the
night,
Casting bread upon the waters – to the
glorious light.
With so much love and spirit, I stand
upon the shore,
As I walk the narrow way, to that
heavenly door.
Which an angel will open for me when
I’ve died,
Saying “Your faith has saved you; come
in – your alive!”
Jayl
Picture by Michael Engel