Make Way for Healing

Woman in Turquoise Dress with Fabric at Sea

Write it down
Speak it out
Across the cool, still waters
So that the current may carry you
As far away as makes you comfortable
And free

Loose whatever holds you prisoner
Into the darkest night,
Never to return
Unless you call it home

For you are not bound
To suffer for eternity
To grieve the choices, thoughts,
And actions gone awry

Those were yours
But they belong to you no more.
Though you still carry them,
A great burden upon your back

Yet you have the power
To speak it out
Write it out
Release it from your soul
Make way for the healing
That is to come

©SpiritLed 2017

A Light for the World

light for the world

The seat of the soul lies buried deep;
It’s time to let it out,
Dig it up and share it with the world
The time for fear is past

This life is different,
It holds a power greater than any before
The power of change,
The power of love,
Stronger, more attainable than ever

The world may think us mad for claiming to see it,
The scorched earth before us belying all the senses
But we know it,
It’s in our bones, our DNA,
In the particles which create us from the inside out
We know it because it lives in us,
Breathes in us
It longs to be free of us,
To reside in the world as us

We can no longer ignore, in fear and distrust,
What we know in our bones to be true,
For it is in us, it IS us
And we are a light for the world

©SpiritLed 2017

Purging

Woman hand holding sparkler outdoors

What are you purging,
What need not be part of you anymore
That it so forcefully releases
Like fireworks in the night sky
Within the heart of your own being?

What pain can you let go,
What ancient past emerging
Asks not to be still buried
But rather to be free,

Out of the cave of your belly
And into the light to be atoned
And disseminated
Its particles scattering to the Universe
Becoming the fodder for your growth
Instead of caged rebellion,
Becoming the light
Which feeds your soul

©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

Let Go

Refreshing rain

When the winds of change howl against you,
Let them in
Don’t bar the door on presumptions
That they can be kept at bay

No, let the furies in to ravage the dark places
And forcefully clear decay from shelves and corners
Once carefully placed and now discarded and forgotten,
Yet still impactful in ways not readily recognizable
Pervasive, painful habits, distorted thinking
Still living lives gone past

Let them go,
Though the cords pull tight
As if sending a carefully nurtured child off to camp
These children raised by you no longer serve you
They’ve now run off in the darkness
Seeking freedom in someone else’s dream,
Howling, crying, quietly whispering

Let them go
Let the winds carry them where they need to be
Let your soul be free

©SpiritLed 2016

My Light, My Hope

way in deep forest

What if I open to receive,
I trust all that I believe,
What if become all that I profess I want to be?

And then what?
Then who will I be?

Will I still be free?
Will they all come to believe,
To want to be free with me,
Or will they turn and shun the light

My light, my hope
In exchange for the night?

©SpiritLed 2016

http://www.aspiritledlife.org

What If?

Red heart in a tree trunk on the beach.. Love symbol. Red against black and white

What if the only way to be free
Is to give up all we’ve ever known,
To turn our backs on that which
Has painfully brought us to this place
All the lies we brought inside
And raised like bitter children
Never letting them see the light of day
For fear their faces would be too much to bear

All the stories told late at night
Embedded in our minds
Like hand prints in fresh concrete
First told when only the wind howled in our empty souls
Hands cold from clutching at a heart
Already too far down the path to be constrained

What if we had to admit
That it was all a fallacy,
That grief can’t keep us grounded
And fear won’t make us whole,
That it’s only in receiving
That we’re able to give,
And it’s only in faith
That our hearts open to love?

©SpiritLed 2016

www.aspiritledlife.org