Your Spirit is a Shadow
Your spirit is a shadow
lingering
made of light
Your spirit is a shadow
growing longer
into night
Your spirit is a shadow
none can capture
all can see
Your spirit is a shadow
set free
A note about “Your Spirit is a Shadow” —
I was my brother’s caretaker for his final years.
He hated religion, loved philosophy.
We would argue about spirit.
I said we all have a spirit that lives on after we die.
He wasn’t buying it and kept challenging me:
“What is spirit? What do you mean?”
I told him your spirit is like a shadow
except instead of darkness we cast light.
As the sunset neared on his life,
I could sense his spirit growing larger.
He denied it to the end and I love him for that.
He visits me when I sleep
and he is scowling, shaking his head.
……
From my book Random Saints
photo by me
Thursday, November 9, 2023
Your Spirit is a Shadow
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