Soul, Blood, Bone, Flesh

Cut the strands and let it fly,
invisible essence soaring high,
without the bond betwixt spirit and structure,
let us fall into the blackness of its painful rupture.

Liquid life flows with us all,
carried with purpose responding to heart's call,
great legacy of the animal carried within,
long forgotten connection to one and all our kin.

Intricate architecture of strength and pose,
carefully molded from feet to nose,
through its shape we see the hidden beauty,
of potential and grace the help fulfill our duty.

Supple yet tough a shield we are given,
to succeed always and never give in,
protecting us from what may come,
letting us stand and fight rather then run.