Bones at dying shall not quake <br />Nor decay with the feasting of the worms <br />For the spirit of this God loving soul <br />Shall never harbour in the ground. <br /> <br />I have burst free with that force <br />Which drove each flower up into the light <br />And soul tossed by furies of purple storms <br />I shall shelter where the mind creates its visions.<br /><br />Colin Ian Jeffery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bones-at-dying/
