by F.K. Offin, Esq.
1. The mortal body albeit operative yet in Tent abided;
Encased in mighty surges of wills and emotions, the body’s anchor is in-housed;
The mind seeks to liberate this body from the soul, a lot endeavoured it in failure;
Oh that Light might cut through this complexity of self, yet where is Light?
2. Might wielded the sword of discipline, but showcased limitation;
Knowledge promised a yokeless soul, and it only puffed self bodily;
Essence limped before expectation but suddenly crawled in despair;
Oh that Light might fly with the wings of clemency to this soul;
3. Arrayed from heaven, alas, the heart curtains in newness, and thereby seated the longing;
Its every blink of message paged out hope, and amended the soul and revamped the body;
Doubtlessly, this Bite of Heaven is an eternal change.
TheBold
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