Emerging

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When did they first clip your wings?
When did you go to fly,
Like you’d done so many times before
And instead of soaring,
Fell, lifeless, to the ground?

When did you learn that flying high
Is too threatening for some,
So you shouldn’t – you didn’t – fly at all?

And when did that moment come,
When the pain of not flying,
The phantom pain of forgotten wings,
Became too much to bear?

When did you no longer have a choice but continue to suffer
Or uncover that which had seemingly been lost,
To delicately unfold those withered wings,
Longing for devotion,
And see if they could still hold
The weight of your dreams?

©SpiritLed 2017

The Still of Dawn

Colorful panoramic sunrise in the mountains landscape. Dramatic morning sky.

In the still of the dawn
When the haze of slumber is still upon the world
Creatures start to come alive
Light hints of its arrival on the horizon
Shadows seem to whisper to the moon
And to our hearts

Those of us who dare to rise so early
And take in the gentle stirrings of the ‘morn
Feel the veil lift from midnight’s spirits
As day turns into work, worry, and stress
With the occasional brush of wings on the back of a hand
A gentle reminder of the peace of dreams
And the freedom of the hazy dawn

©SpiritLed 2016

Big Dreams

Earth and Sun

Big horizon
Big dreams
Little cries of hopelessness
Against far-off scenes

Dreams so real
Yet seemingly too big
Hope for some humanity
Set against the fires of change

Burning out of control
In the forest of our hearts
Taking whatever is in its path
Cleansing all we think we know

Heat can take down big dreams
If hope does not prevail
Kept safe in the cool waters of faith and love
And the vision of a distant horizon always there

©SpiritLed 2016