The Angels remind us that life is found in the falling and the rising and the breathing and the crying and most especially the loving, which, more than anything else, connects us to who we truly are.
Daily Bliss- May 9
{POEM} Angel Love Abounds
Hands reach out to a dying world,
Yet in its anguish and death throes
It can no longer see the way
And with a searing sigh, the world turns its back,
Declines the gesture, with tears
Not knowing what it rejects
Not seeing how it closes its eyes
To life
Life which is hurting
Life which is crying
Begging to be reborn
Yet, we are not defeated
We are renewed
Hands stronger in our giving
Hearts bolder in our loving
Heart to heart
Standing tall
Joining forces
Angel love abounds
©SpiritLed 2018
The Mother Wound
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash
The mother wound beckons to be opened,
Cut gently with the skillful artist’s hands
To ooze degradation from the box
In which she’s kept it hidden
Since the moment of her inception
To set her free, and with it
Drain the pus of aggravation,
Infection, carried in her swollen belly
Like a sickly baby long past its birth
Let it spill forth,
Pouring out the lifetimes of quiet rage
Festering in its place of confinement,
Crying for a new life,
Begging to take wing,
Asking, was it ever mine to begin with?
©SpiritLed 2018
Angels Weep
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