A CYCLE OF LIFE
Great shock; darkness; he falls down dead,
Brain and life's blood bubbling from his head.
Protesting nerves shudder with his cry;
Too soon, too soon, this soldier had to die.
The soul withers, the Spirit floating free,
All thought lost, memories with it flee…
Leaving conscious silence mysteriously alive,
No past nor future, but the Spirit will survive
Floating, floating like a bubble in dark space,
Coming to rest in a warm moist place,
To lie dormant a part of a non-living soul,
Waiting for a magic seed to make it whole.
For the end is the beginning, the beginning the end,
A constant cycle we cannot comprehend.
©1 January 04 Colin F Jones
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