Thursday, November 9, 2023

Your Spirit is a Shadow


 

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

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