Ascension

Your body doth wither on this dust filled plain.
You beckon upon the stars and light again, but
yet, hope is filling your tongue and brain. Tho'
Tis' then end of the dusty road, and the horizon
has cleared it's view. A light doth shine. A light
aroma of ineffable strains of God-like fashions
enwrap, encircle, and encompass all of spirit.

You turn to view the past of living; Retrospect.
Again your nostrils are filled with apprehension.
Retrospection and Denial, angels of distraught,
Stand firm b'hind to en-capture anoth'r, but thou
Art as an similitude of God, in likeness, in both
The Physical and Spiritual. The Devil shall not
Be granted holy permission to grasp your clasp...