The Spirit's Charge

Too often we forget the spirit's charge

Lost in the splendid centuries of man,

The magnificent creations of his art

And his mental constructions evolving plot and plan.

Yet are there moments that awaken the inner life

Occurring in sudden spaces of the soul,

By chance encounter, harmony or strife

And set our steps towards the heightened goal.

All life's perfections are born from vision within,

For a greater consciousness moves our hearts and hands

To create the masterworks transcending time

From realms alone the spirit understands.

Written after a visit to Venice and the Louvre in Paris.