Quiet like the snowfall
Whispers on the breeze,
The rustle of the branches
As it moves softly through the trees …

Spirit seems ephemeral –
Fleeting, like the wind
Like a thought that passes through your mind
That you never can rescind.

You can try to grasp it,
But touch it you cannot.
A sense that something lies within
Is all that you have got.

But when you sit in silence,
Then you truly start to know,
That spirit’s not so fleeting –
It’s a constant inner glow.

Eternal, never dying …
That which lasts beyond the ages.
Enduring well beyond the facts
Written on your history’s pages.

Your spirit is a part of you.
It grows stronger with each breath.
And it will carry you beyond
The change which you call death.

Just like the leaves that rustle,
You, too, will float on air.
So trust that spirit’s what you are
And sense it if you dare.