The Spirit Man
The spirit-man within him stood
Persevered the pain.
Determined he would take no food,
until the blessings rained.
Both mind and body were subdued.
The Creator was his claim.
In a jail, shackled and bound,
each day he overcame.
He spoke no daily platitudes,
but only lay in wait,
soul reaching to the universe,
for spiritual escape.
Endowed by the Creator’s realm
the spirit-man grew stronger,
denying food in fasting prayer,
his body had no hunger.
Oh, what secrets may be jailed
in this Charman, priest or chief.
There lies a strength, outside the self
of spirit and belief.
9/20/2022
2nd Place in The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2022
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