The Wings Of The Spirit

This poem is about leaving the world after our purpose here is complete.

If there is for spirit a reason
To stay in this world for a season
Is it not to reveal to another spirit
The voice of reason until it can hear it?
For reason says that the world here is base
It cannot be a spirit’s resting place
For a spirit cannot be at peace
While it must its material home lease
In a world where bodies always change
And all of the elements rearrange
Can a spirit find security
In birth, growth, and maturity?
For then the spirit must find and await
The death that is its unquestioned fate
But if a spirit looks past physical things
It will find that it really has wings
That can take it beyond material stuff
When of this world it has had enough
But before it leaves the world in haste
It does not its physical life waste
It will attempt with all that it knows
To convince others wherever it goes
Not to see death as a fearful end
But as a dear and welcome friend
And when more spirits have found
That they are not chained to this ground
They will take off and fly up as one
Like a flock of birds towards the sun
And all the world will disappear
With all the stress, sorrow, and fear
And the loss of the world will not pain them
For it will only serve to unchain them
And all errors and mistakes will be righted
When all of creation is forever united