Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
That day when winter comes again,
Its chill palpable in words spoken,
Actions once carried out
Only behind closed doors
Frosty breath on necks
Of those already so cold and forgotten
And only those with souls of fire
And flame can burn away
These walls and thaw this winter’s chill,
On tongues and hearts and hands,
Burning from a place deep inside,
Fiery waves of justice
And righteous, holy love
©SpiritLed 2019
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
While out for a twilight run
without gloves or a jacket
hands seek refuge in shirt sleeves
bitter winds bite exposed flesh
rip through even clothed areas
hastening nightfall becomes a stark reminder
of my frigid error in judgment
Around a corner my breath seizes
breaking me from my piteous complaint
enraptured by the amber globe
that wondrously appears
hanging heavy and voluminous
as if its weight would soon crush
the houses below
As I run down the slope
toward the warmth of home
so, too, does the moon
dip below the horizon
as if it had never
been there
at all
© SpiritLedBlog 2013