"the last breath"A Poem by Vincent Esprit FMIWhat a moment ...when mortality ...will be no more...
As the winds of life, My soul gently leads to its inner rest, I cease not in this momemt of bliss, For to rest would impede not thine own, But that which is me,
And so my soul to the winds of change ignore, For it knows none but its path to its eyes be glued, In this vast abys yet everreadily sublime, It chances not to forsake its heart,
And here at last it sees itself, In that mystery of life soothingly pure, It can nothing do but enshrine this cure, In its inner quest to love undure,
This breath that once eluded its grasp, Is yet so close to its yearning heart, For in that one instance of glance, The eternal sought has to it succumbed.
© 2010 Vincent Esprit FMIAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 24, 2010 AuthorVincent Esprit FMIQuebec, CanadaAboutI am a Catholic Priest. I do enjoy serving the Lord and the Church. I have always loved writing words of inspiration and thus I have recently published my first simple book entitled "100 Ways to Feel.. more..Writing
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