The Time When Light Won

Staircase praise

If at first
You don’t reach the light
Try, try again,
For the light is not found fleeting,
Yet we are,
Our thoughts lost
In insincere and meandering ways,
Victims of the chaos that surrounds
With no preference to whom it takes asunder
In the throes of life

And so, we must not give up hope
Or lose ourselves to fear,
No matter how justified,
For these are the days of fortitude
And progress through transgression,
These are the days when we will recall
To our children’s children
The time when Light won

©SpiritLed 2017

A Life Fulfilled

Twisted clock face. Time concept

Time keeps ticking on
Bringing with it a subtle sense of panic
For a life not fully lived,
Tasks still to be completed,
Fulfillment of dreams still out of reach

So much still to do
Before the sun rises on a new day,
Before the passage of time
Has more space between the seconds

In the meantime,
We can fit more love into the minutes
Stretch them out
And make the days grow longer
From the love that’s poured within

It’s the only way we know
To quell the human panic,
Live the myth of life fulfilled with time,
And live a life fulfilled with Love

©SpiritLed 2017

Phoenix

phoenix feather

The bleeding starts
and runs right through,
piercing all the hearts,
staining the very clothes
that kept it out of sight
and silent in the world
where it so violently wanted sight
and to be seen,
and so she opened up the wound,
made it visible to those who once turned away,
and striking a pose of resistance,
cried her faithful tears
until the bleeding had to stop,
and in its place
and from her death
the great red bird rose and flew,
freedom on its wings,
all she ever wanted,
all her bloody heart ever knew

©SpiritLed 2017

Set You Free

freedom

I’ve sat in darkened hallways
Head between my knees
As silent tears echoed to the floor
I was there when you cried too

I’ve sat beside the bedside
Held the withered hand
As life slowly crept out of its shell
I sat there at the bedside with you too

I’ve sat beside the ocean
Words and waves lapping at my feet
As new worlds opened up inside
I sat beside you as you opened too

I see colors inside you
I feel new life emerging
In the quiet of the morning
I hear words only your heart can sing

The light it grows inside you
Each day it longs more to be free
So familiar, yet so foreign
I sit beside you, set you free

©SpiritLed 2017

Spirit Calling

silhouette of pigeon dove holding branch in peace sign shape

Do you hear the voices calling,
Calling, calling?

Can you feel their spirits falling,
Falling, falling?

For the connection with their love is fleeting,
Fleeting, fleeting;

And the time has come to be meeting,
Meeting, meeting

Calling, falling,
Fleeting, meeting
This time is ours to rise

Rising, rising in resistance
Crying, crying with persistence

Our time is now
Our peace is now
Spirit calls us now

©SpiritLed 2017

Ancient Mother

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Ancient mother lives within,
Spinning up the tales of our soul,
Planting the seeds of future ideations,
Harboring the boats that sail on salty tears
Cried for past generations and future warriors

Laboring for love’s last breath on our lips,
She bears the fruit of victory over death,
Her last breath given to save us from ourselves,
Only to rise again from the ashes we created,
Strengthening the warrior inside

Despite the fear,
Despite the rage,
She frees us from our cage of self-imposition
And our bondage with the broken ties of past regrets

This love she holds is boundless,
Always available to mend our tender hearts
And set the broken pieces to sail
On the sea of her open, endless heart

©SpiritLed 2017

Visioning

vision

What’s the vision of the future?
The one we see in dreams,
Details silently appearing, one-by-one,
As we paint the pictures of our lives,
Following the path to paradise,
Long and winding, the end unclear

Yet we feel compelled to keep on moving,
Keep on building,
Keep on visioning
Until the future comes fully into sight,
Created from our own dedication,
Our determination,
Our courage to persevere

For the good of man and beast,
For our very own existence,
The call inside too deep to ignore,
The vision too real to let go

©SpiritLed 2017