Will My Soul Fly
Will my soul fly
when I die...
will my soul soar
o'er the Alps,
the Rockies,
the Andes and
the Himalayas?
Will my soul see
the Aurora Borealis
finally?
Will my soul
dive deep, deep
into the oceans,
seeing beauty
and creatures
unknown to
those who
live on dry land?
Will my soul slip
Time's iron hold,
then to skip at will
through the Ages,
back and forth
like an unruly child
(the dream of sages),
knowing the faces
of Caesar stabbed,
of Joan of Arc burning,
of Lincoln laughing,
seeing too the places
where the lions fed
on the Christian saints,
where soldiers died
in battles long over,
where Hitler lied
and Jesus cried?
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2021
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