Spirit’s Joy and Mirth
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #32
Published in
Jul 26, 2022
A twisted brain imagined
Its brilliance was almighty God;
When body coughed of cold,
It thought God was sick and sneezed.
A demented heart its own deity
And godhead of perverse ecstasy.
When its tubes ruptured and failed,
It dying thought its Godhead too died.
Some impaired nerves
Bleeding profusely amid a crisis
Died inglorious without knowing
What God or Devil in them residing.
A soul from the askesis
Looked at their collective plights,
And went into a blissful sleep
Till the next drama of human grief.
A night and day in the annals of mortal brith
The Spirit’s infinite joy and mirth.
