
Her story is hers
And hers alone
No apology deep enough
Can undo her power
No dimming of its flame
Will make her disappear
Her light, a beacon
Guiding her own path
Through the solemn night
Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
Her story is hers
And hers alone
No apology deep enough
Can undo her power
No dimming of its flame
Will make her disappear
Her light, a beacon
Guiding her own path
Through the solemn night
What unfamiliar path
Will guide her actions
What unseen vision
Will inspire her thoughts
What unheard whisper
Will embody her voice
Until new is made old again
The Angels remind us that to ponder and wonder and feel inside our hearts to that space, that knowledge, which resides and guides and reminds us we are never alone.
The Angels remind us that when all seems lost and hopeless, there is a guide by our side, a whisper in our heart, a wing wrapped ‘round us tightly.
The Angels remind us that we are part of something bigger than our daily experience, something unseen yet inherently felt, something which drives us, guides us, reminds us of home. That something is Love.
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What is it that’s most dear
In this life to you,
What core belief,
What value carries with it
The meaning of your timeless existence?
For that, my dear,
Is your north star,
Your guiding compass
When the path is foggy
And difficult to pass,
Your light during the storm
Which steers you from crashing
Against the rocky shore,
Your beacon of hope
When all else seems lost
Allow it to guide you,
To whisper to you in the dark night,
To show you a glimpse
Of your true home,
Beyond the chaos,
Beyond the struggle,
In the light
Where you belong
©SpiritLed 2018