by: Shirley Satterfield
Otherworlds
This fountain plant delights my eyes,
Makes my spirit man arise.
The body is the receptacle of pleasure,
And the discerner of much pain
While soul reaches up
to touch a higher plain where
The joy of God resounds
And the prayers of man abound.
Metaphysical world
Cannot be seen.
It’s the place of heavenly dreams.
Metaphysical world
Cannot be be felt
‘Till the aging flesh will melt.
