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The Beat

Originally posted on Spirit Led:

Colorful Stained Glass

The turning and the churning
is in each of us
the desire to make change
if we can persevere
ignore the rain

The slashing and the gnashing
of self-sacrifice and teeth
the pain of labor’s love
if we have patience
release the white dove

The prowling and the growling
rumbles from deep within
the courage to make our demands known
end our children’s suffering
see them grow

The timing and the rhyming
we each find our own beat
make joyful music for the world
wrap each other in our arms
keep our hearts warm

Together
together
together

And the beat goes on

©SpiritLed 2014

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Prayer

Originally posted on Spirit Led:

Fog with trees and lamp post

Connect me
to some nugget of truth
or insight
that I may record it
for the world to know
that I may spill it
from sacred lips
like a stream ever-flowing

And if the sound still falls
on deaf ears and eyes avert
from the vision in my soul

So then use me as the song
in their hearts
the breath when they
are disconnected
the lonely howl of pain
when the darkness lasts too long

May I be the focal point
of hopeful direction
a calming in the rage
a cooling in the heat

Let my life be a lamp in the fog
starting first with me

©SpiritLed 2014

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Prophecy

In the dawning of time
man was no speck of dust,
not even a glimmer in Divine’s eye,
until life was breathed into light
and awareness into cellular dust,
fledgling gods dispatched to distant worlds
to wear foreign masks,
engage in sacrilegious battles
for wholeness and peace,
to conquer universes,
to love and give,
receive and forgive,
wage wars with self
and tear down walls of difference ,
fuel the sting of creation sorrow,
create that which is loved most,
send it soaring into freedom,
not knowing how or when it may return,
to fulfill the fate of immortal time

©SpiritLed


The Spark

Blue skies and sunshine
can’t conceal the hollow
emptiness that remains,
at times the tragedy
is too much,
no amount of rainbows
can color life better,
all around, the world moves
people move
but you, immobile,
vortex spinning ‘round,
paralyzed by indecision,
you are the answer
to all your fears,
your single movement
the start of our great change,
your fleeting thought, detained,
the spark that sets man free

©SpiritLed 2014


Hope

The full moon hangs heavy
in the sky just before dawn
pregnant with the weight
of new beginning
a mystical ball of way-showing light
that speaks in silence
to the many who clamor to kneel
before its placement in the heavens
a throne of ruby-ringed stardust
and a thousand twinkling courtiers
bleed across the darkened canvas
of the mind’s eye
in the holy sanctum
of the soul
where heart light resides
in a private universe
charged with the promise
of Hope

©SpiritLed 2014


Dichotomy

You look across this human life between
Right and Wrong
Black and White
Good and Bad
Life and Death
and howl in roaring discontent
for lives well-spent in others’ cages

Yet all things bear extremes and
in betweens and in the grey
is where the magic happens:

     humanity comes alive
     peace is sought and won
     lives are laid down for one another

Your days of love’s labor
are not long for this world,
the distance between heaven and hell
becomes but a speck of dust
you carry in your pocket
along the uneasy, winding way to dusk’s door
and dawn’s welcoming embrace

©SpiritLed 2014

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