Colin F. Jones

THE SPIRIT OF LIFE

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Tis all about that touches me,
The air that makes me free,
The gentle spiritual touch of life,
That all who know can see.
It caresses every part of you,
And conquers every strife,
Revealing what you know is true:
The spirit of living life.
Tis in the debris underfoot,
In the leaves that hang from tree’s,
Tis a door of light that’s never shut,
And its hands are made of breeze.
It is the spirit of our lives,
Made true if one believes

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In glades of woods it lingers there,
Along the banks of bubbling streams,
It dwells in truth quite everywhere,
And is the essence of our dreams.
Wherever you look it has a view
That is pleasant to the eye,
If when you look your heart is true,
And you condemn the blatant lie.
It lives in the attitude that you keep,
Towards your fellow man,
And in the pleasant dreams of sleep,
And in the heart that says “I can”.
In every happy tear you weep…
In every conflict that you ban.