for John Willis and Mandy McBryde
Scab-faced Old Georgie, with his amber eye
and gargoyle voice, must give way every age
to a deeper aura—soul’s symphony
of Everlife—tonal center a stage
for spirit effusing into all. Our
natural state, really. Prisoners of earth,
we surrender to psyche’s faithful hours
of all that’s possible: constant rebirth
to amend lives and love, to sense spirit’s
light source. We pray for Evermemory
to shield us from past wrong, not to fear it
but to create love anew. When body’s
final breath sighs, Enough,
the soul exits,
soars the universe, imploring, What’s
next?
Roger Armbrust
January 10,
2014
