In Contrast
To talk with dolphins,
to touch a star,
to ride the ethers
in a cosmic car.
These are the miracles
of a soul’s dream-quest;
the place where the spirit,
gets its rest.
Mortality’s brief;
a moment in time;
the tiniest hill,
that one can climb.
Infinity’s seas,
now there’s a test!
The soul will sail
those waters best.
The brief sojourn,
on Earth it seems,
is a tiny dot,
in the moonlight’s beam.
While mortal thrills,
they are so few;
the spirit craves,
eternal dew.
The mortal thirst,
is never quenched;
Eternity’s drinks,
the soul, enriched.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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