Spirit

Spirit lies within each of us,

The essence and the core of our being,

Our heart, the will and fortitude,

Which drives us forth to live and learn,

In time, as forces to be reckoned with.

Spirit is the tears which lie behind our eyes,

Shed in empathy for another person,

A stranger we don't even know.

It is spirit that causes one to choose,

Love over anger, forgiveness over grudges,

Though the anger and grudges, seem at first glance,

To be the more logical choices.

Spirit is the force within,

Manifested by hands flung skyward,

An expression of joy, face raised up to the sun,

Unable to be contained.

And spirit is the quiet peace,

Which solitude brings to light.

The ethereal token within a being,

Exemplified by the profound wisdom gleaned,

From a life lived full and learned from.