Colin F. Jones

I TRUST WHAT I FEEL

~ 1 ~

Who was the aborted foetus;
The boy who never became a man?
Who was the simpleton;
Who were we before life began?
As I watched my father die
And his mind began to go,
I realized then if there was a spirit,
Consciousness with it did not go.
His mind was lost before the dying
Took his life away,
These sad observations implying
All is lost when we decay –
Leaving nothing for a spirit
To form in any other way.

~ 2 ~

Yet what is this strong feeling
That occupies the heart?
This happiness that sends one reeling,
In death, does this depart?
Is the spirit moving through us,
Through the land and through the trees,
Just a temporary sensation
That in death just quietly flees?
Or is it the caress of something promised,
of something true and real,
that through belief and love is nourished
that from us death cannot steal?
By these thoughts I am encouraged…
And I’ve always trusted what I feel.