Daily Bliss – September 7


The Angels remind us that each of our voices is unique and important, whether they are loud and boisterous or soft and subtle.  Each of us has our own story to tell, our own passion to share, in our own way.  We’re reminded to always be who we are, and use it to the advantage of ourselves and the world. 

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This Is for the Quiet Women


This is for the quiet women.

The women whose hearts are as large as any other, yet their soft voices fall on deaf ears tuned in only to noise.

The women who inwardly scream with passion for all they hold dear, yet outwardly present themselves more discreetly than others.

The women who are overlooked and ignored by those who may speak louder, though not necessarily with more substance.

This is for us.

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Live It Now

Candlelight vigil to support Electoral College

Time stands still
And in the void an otherworldly voice
Begins to whisper from some unknown depths within,
And though her language is unknown
The heart still understands
And begins to whisper too
Softly at first, then growing louder
Until the voice becomes a roar
For all ears to receive

It is not by the color of our skin
Or the hairs on our heads,
The sound of the voice in our throats
The pew in which we sit,
Or the love we hold in our hearts for another
That we are persecuted so,

No, it is the brokenness,
A carried-down, ancestral aching,
Fierce clinging to ancient, entrenched philosophies
Hunger misguided by survival for the fittest
Which tortures and feeds our collective broken heart
The weeping dagger still twisting
In the open wound
Never bearing the opportunity
To experience the light of healing

Those who hold the power to turn the knife
And keep the wound always fresh and weeping
Believe they also hold the key to our survival
Yet they are wrong,
They mask a heart-known truth

We also hold the handle to the knife
And turn its blade deep into our own flesh
Each time we choose hate or indifference over love
Each time we choose personal safety over protection for another
Each time we choose blindness rather than to witness painful truth
Each time we choose, repeatedly, not to remove the knife
From our own bleeding hearts

So when we choose to fight the knife-bearers
Without removing our own knives
We also then choose
To fight ourselves

This truth, it lies inside each one of us
To heal the world
To heal ourselves
We must speak it now
We must live it now

©SpiritLed 2017

Invitation to Opening

Magnolia flowers

Our strength is not in our bodies
But in the quality of connection with our soul
In the quiet times when we allow ourselves,
The moments which take our breath away with fear
And a longing to be anywhere but where we are in that moment,
Those alone times when the voice is louder than any other
The most feared voice of all – the one which loves us most,
And with its great love, the words may also gently reprimand
Or hold the mirror in place a bit too long for comfort,
Yet even this is kinder than the ways in which we speak to ourselves,
These words, though sometimes harsh,
Invite us to opening, to healing
For our tender, guarded hearts

©SpiritLed 2016

Walls Inside

Great Landscape with tree

In this life, the walls created
Promise to provide shelter,
Protection from the greatest storms,
The wildest, rockiest intrusions man can concoct

And they do—
Shuttered up tightly, my walls guarded me
Each day and night so that nothing unwanted
Or unpleasant was granted willing entrance
This didn’t stop the storms from rattling at the doors
And breaking out the glass,
Ripping from the roof and foundation fragments of debris,
And still, I all but disappeared behind my fortress

And the voices, pleasant and gentle, whispered,
“Let me in”
Promising joy and thrills not found in safe places

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I Am Open

Dreaming of Self

Fill me with your words.  I am open.

Sing me the song of the Universe, that it may escape my lips
for all the world to know the tune, even if they can’t find the words.

Fill me with the stories of ancients, that I might know the destiny of man
and speak the message to all who hear.

Fill me with the glory and the power of the Christ, let me know the sacrifice,
the vision of Heaven on earth, Hell in our own hearts, the rising of Love.

I am open to your voices.  Your song resonates in my heart.

Purge the emptiness, fill it with your kingdom, the vibration of oneness.

Mold me, shape me in the ways you will have me best exist in this world
as a conduit of love.

I am open.

©SpiritLed 2015