Matters of the Spirit

When I was younger it meant fantasy, and fiction that for some reason so many people held in high esteem

As an adult it became the unexpected means by which to chase after a dream

Then as it's darker side made it self known

I found that to my Lord and savior it was time to come home

The unseen realms where dreams are made

The mathematically and scientifically seemingly impossible becomes the reality where the root of all things are found when one does wade

Without the spirit running deep

every fruit tree would wither and weep

For in the spirit is our start and end

and nothing can change that no matter what we try to bend