This suit of flesh,
this weak and fragile body
clothing my soul,
makes me remember the me that came before.
With its feet I feel every step on the path to the eternal.
With its voice I give thanks for all I have suffered,
for this misery is a gift.
My pain tempers me like an iron in flame,
forging my spirit until
the illusion of mortality fades
and I am perfected.

(c) Elle Lassiter, 2004