Of Ether and Earth
Of ether and earth we are made,
not fully one or the other, and
so we always feel untethered,
ever restless, prone at times
to coming apart...
whole nations come apart,
what chance then have you
or I?
Our souls seek the air,
our bodies cling to earth,
We are never one or the
other, we are never at rest.
Some wait for death,
some wait for God...
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2021
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