Ode to the Spirit

Whither away spirit?
Dost thou leave in contempt?
Dost thou love me still?
But aye, the mere asking
Reveals mine mortal sickness
The death of truths when
I bid them enter

Fie and death spoken so earnest and gentle
My mind and soul at war
Yet shall I never know which be
The traitorous villain or the king.

The plight of men is thus;
The struggle betwixt sin and truth
Shows an ugly face
so much that in the struggle
one cannot see which is right.

It is you, Spirit, who reveals
the true champion
which mind defy or soul condemn
shall be my spouse all days
I bid thee, enter and bring me life.