The Body is a Living Grave

The Body is a Living Grave

The body is a living grave

Ultimately the immortal slave

It is not the crypt that will house our brittle bones

Rather the enigma of the infinite unknowns

We casually journey through our monotonous life 

Searching for solutions to quell our endless strife

Sharing momentous moments with the ones we love

Imperceptibly forsaking the One from up above

Lift the casket door and step away

Let your hands learn once again to pray

Cast the Devil’s undertaker aside

Greet life once again by the spiritual roadside

Thank you,
Joseph Pede