Sonnet

It is the spirit that gives life and freedom from care
The flesh is of no avail.
But how often is the spirit in a spond of despair.
We walk sometimes in a depressed shadowed vale.

But there is a loving spirit, a holy salve.
We feel it on a wind from our parents, a mere essence.
They are beyond beyond the grave.
But we feel their presence.

Sorrows and death may encompass our space.
But we can always make a prayer.
And our soul can travel to a better place.
A place where no ills can wander.

It is not certainty that is required.
Just an honest attempt made and inquired.

Haiku

The loving spirit
By generation passed
It does liveth on