Spirit Song
I’m swept away by the sounds of the day;
The neighbor’s singing to his radio.
I’m like a child in endless play!
The birds! They are singing in stereo.
Images swell like a transient brook
When the moment is touching my feelings,
And then they are gone – I don’t know where to look
For the message that needs revealing.
But I run from feelings when my words don’t jell.
I look for them later – they’re gone.
Soon I will have to break out of this spell
For the vision cries out to be drawn.
Words escape me, but thought knows its time.
I can’t tell you how they are chosen,
But like a dry well that just needs to be primed,
The Spirit awakens the ages once frozen.
Strong as a mountain of solid stone;
Bright as the sun when it shines in your eyes,
The Spirit plays like a saxophone;
Enlivens the night in its improvise.
Like bees in the meadows, we dance with the hum
To point the way towards the nectar.
The Spirit says, “Let my children come,
And I will be their protector."
