The Human Spirit

The Human Spirit

Whence the beginning?

In mother’s womb?

Or growing out of Him

Endlessly, boundlessly,

Forever linked.

So joyous, so wondrous;

Depthless reservoir of strength,

Glimpsed on the toughest paths.

So proud, so fallible;

Maturity a polished facade,

Onion skins of the Human Spirit.

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