The Lie

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand. . .  

Sir Walter Raleigh

God wanted this:
the soul transported by the body
after gliding from that forgotten place
when the memory drops from the mind
aching to be touched,
if even by the brush of a finger
on the back of a hand.

Once is enough to dust
off the truth that
we all must die,
but not before we glow,
shine like rotten wood.
Smile in the light of knowing.

Why not tell men
to be brave
and expect everything.
Happiness is our birth right
after all.
Beg for more
and you only get joy.
That is where real devotion
is gained.

Fall to your knees in prayer
and tell flesh it is
but dust
and than we all must live life

entangled
in the sweetness of hands
in the earth and finding fortune
is in the flowers.

There God finds faith
worth following.

After all
he sent his son,
in flesh,
for us all
to believe.

In this act
we are stabbed,
cupid through the heart,
to find renewal
in love,
kindness,
and so much joy.