Monday, November 6, 2017

The old soul takes the road again.





I hold that when a person dies

His soul returns again to earth;

Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise,

Another mother gives him birth.

With sturdier limbs and brighter brain

The old soul takes the road again.



Such is my own belief and trust;

This hand, this hand that holds the pen

Has many a hundred times been dust

And turned, as dust to dust again;

These eyes of mine have blinked and shone

In Thebes, in Troy, in Babylon....

—John Masefield (from A Creed)