Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
The lines tell the tale,
Open the door
To the ancient, deep indwelling of my story,
Connected by the threads which bind and tell
The dark and weaving words inside
To write themselves,
With each touch,
Each vision, each breath,
Never to be written upon this life
In the same way again
Threads of love, pain, joy
Loss and knowledge
Interlaced throughout,
Holding it all together,
Holding me all together,
Piece by piece,
A masterpiece of my own making
©SpiritLed 2019
Like first snow falling on autumn leaves
still strewn across the ground,
this cold permeates the places
that still long to feel sunshine’s warmth
Have patience, dear one,
for the winter of your being serves it purpose,
it devours the crackling debris of your spirit,
blankets you with pure white blessings,
offers deep rest as you piece yourself back together
Then when the sun appears in your soul once more, rise up
through the wild torrents of lusty spring
make your desperation into a masterpiece,
hang it on the walls of courage and perseverance,
honor its gift of strength, always ready
for the next fallen snow
©SpiritLed 2015
Rise up,
through the wild torrents of your life,
make this desperation into a masterpiece
which hangs on the walls of courage
and perseverance
(a few lines from a forthcoming poem)