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

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

Alive

Shadow of Lady of Justice and light of God

People are alive,
Exploding from nothingness
Into awakening of senses,
Angry, restless, urging to step out
Make their presence known in this changing world

Where do we fit in?

How do we carry the light of justice and truth
Without getting burned in our own flame?

The sign of backlash is inevitable
In a world so full of passion,
So full of hunger for a new existence
Truth no longer gets us hanged or drowned,
Yet it still takes years sometimes to set us free

And so that freedom we seek
Must come from within,
Chains may hold our bodies
But nothing except lies and fear
May constrain the soul

©SpiritLed 2016

Waiting

angel

When you feel the world closing in
When it seems all is dark
And all is lost
And four walls ominously bear down
On a soul longing only for freedom

When you feel so tired
So exhausted, and you wish the world
Would turn without you
And sleep would heal all the tears
You didn’t have the strength to cry

When the pain is too much
The days are too long
The minutes turn to hours turn to days turn to years
Before your eyes
And all joy seems to fade away

When the dark night swirls around you
Know that We are here
From that place inside where you dare not go
The open space beyond all shadows
Your inner sanctuary
Where love and peace rule the day
And pain is no more

Seek us there, if you will
When this world gets to be too much
When it seems you can’t go on
We’re waiting

©SpiritLed 2016

Angels Weep

Grieving

Not one of us is free
Until all of us are free

We hide behind our laws
Our badges
Our guns
Our politics
Our fears

We hide behind
What we have convinced our hearts to believe
About those with whom we share this earth
Yet our souls know the truth

That all people bear the light inside
While only some wear the chains of inequity
Only some taste what they believe is real freedom
And even they are often fooled

For power does not equal freedom
Nor does an unholy clinging to the idea
That only some are worthy

Not one of us is free
Until all of us are free
And the angels weep

©SpiritLed 2016

Angels Weep