
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

Like moths to the flame
They come,
Drawn to the light inside
Goodness
Calmness
Divinity
They seek it all
From the world around them,
Though it is all inside
This flame,
This light
Must shine into the night,
A beacon for those who are lost
And a strength for the bearer
For the lamp is wasted
If it dares not produce light,
Yet if the heat becomes too much
Even the sturdiest lamp may burn
Soften,
Shield,
Send out your light
From behind a sheath of gold
So that all may flourish
All may nourish
Safe in the light inside
©SpiritLed 2018
In your most natural state, you are free and you are at peace. Seek these out in your daily life every chance you get, allow them in, create a world that supports and demands it. And when you can’t find peace and freedom in the world, go within. Then be that beacon for others. Because the world needs more people who are free and peaceful.
The great irony of humanity
Is that at our core
We are beings of pure light
And yet from birth our light is hidden
By our human form
As part of a physical existence
We experience many forms of pain
Physical, emotional, mental, spiritual
Each experience a jagged wound
In our outer physical armor
As the pain whittles away our humanness
Two options are presented:
Fill in the lacerations with earthly vices,
Denial, anger, suffering
Or let the light shine through
Allow our pain to become a beacon for others
A small glimpse of the face of God
The choice is ours
The latter, our purpose on earth