That Which Remains — a poem of the eternal soul
Earth can have but earth.
Infinite from birth,
Everlasting I remain.
While my flesh decays,
I will fly away;
Endless ranges I contain.
I was born with wings.
Many little things
Held me down — I couldn’t fly.
Now, though, I am free
I can clearly see
I will never truly die.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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