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My Spirit, So Young

My Spirit So Young

I vow not to give up on life.  Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys.  I will stand and accept the winters of my grief through the wonderment of the seasons passing by.  I vow that I won’t let sorrow determine my state of health and lead me to hide from the dread of death; but instead, I shall stand by my knowledge of Heaven’s open doors.  When my limbs no longer move, my spirit will sing with all its might.  I vow to keep the youth in me that frolics with the breeze and writes poems to his beloved.

Featured in "Mature Years" Magazine, Summer of 2012

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