Walking in Circles

My body, bound by time;
My soul, cycles within cycles.
What has been will be again;
This life is brief, fleeting, flying,
My inner man awaits the new dawn.
Resisting the beast within,
My soul is sustained
On the bread from heaven.
Restraining my flesh,
My soul grows stronger,
Till I no longer desire to eat
From the tree of knowing
Both good and bad.
The more I retrain my mind,
The closer I get
To the One Who’s divine.
The Holy One, blessed is He,
Calls me to be just as holy as He.
Rectify, sanctify, purify, justify–
Walking in circles,
My soul goes on,
Till I make my final return to Zion.

© 2014, Sarah S. Walters