Final Ascent
Round and round, they twist and rise;
Without a sound, towards heaven’s skies.
Pure energy, it cannot die, despite a skeptics protest;
It brings a soul to new heights; there, it has its rest.
When the light, it does appear, an all-consuming fire;
Life renews; becomes dear as we transcend this ugly mire.
With electricity; souls are called into the light;
The clay and water, reduced to ground; as souls alight.
The one part of your self will rise,
to touch and stay in Heaven’s skies.
Just know you go where you’ll be free;
Across the void, to your Creator, you see.
Life’s not easy, but when lived well;
back to the Source, we all will sail.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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