FLESH AND BONES
Flesh and bones to live the mortal life,
to dress the spirit in a body of fragility,
Our soul, the consciousness of the body,
The need of something to believe in,
The penance of the flesh,
Our weakness, the atonement for living.
Our body, a eternal vessel of the soul,
the reality of our finite and brief existence,
The fatality of our evils, the gift of goodness,
The wisdom to judge life by love, and for love,
The measurement of life.
The hope in our hearts, Light purloined from darkness.
The values we live by, failures and mistakes,
The abstract wisdom from reality.
The life telluric, the dream of truth,
a pendulum disguised in flesh and bones,
In a quest of purpose
Swinging back and forth under destiny.
The fragility to tame fear into faith
languishing in sorrow and pain,
Body and soul, pleasure and pain.
I wish I could see me,
I am a vision of myself mirrored in emptiness,
The long as I look, the less it´s flesh and bones,
A extinguishing flame from the soul,
Living and dying in a lapse time,
A transcendent divine feeling.
My will is useless, can God save me…
