Mortal Coil by Mike Williams 01/25/2016 @ 3:58 A.M.
I carry around this mortal coil,
Asking the question why?
What is life if an empty shell,
To grow up, grow weary, and die?
I look to the light of stars,
Burned out so long ago.
Their light shines ethereally,
I wonder if they know?
I question reason, heaven, and earth,
What is the point of it all?
Are we not men wanting to be birds,
To fly, to rise, and fall?
To this, this is my single reply.
I am ready, ready to die.
posted by Mike Williams @ 6:02 PM
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1 Comments:
The mortal coil of humanity exists somewhere in the material of our make-up, not in the soul eternal. We cast off our shell and the pains of life, and find that we remain glorious like the light of long dead stars. That light never ceases to exist somewhere within the known universe and perhaps even the unknown.
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