Strong against the wind
Outlined against an endless sky
Which calls me on to write
when the waves of Spirit lift me
I breathe in the core of who I am
for winter holds us to our naked truth
and asks us to believe again
How long til I take flight
Which angel will carry me home
And I wait to see that bright white light
and open the door to that heavenly place
Where I can see you face to face
In between the breaths of spirit
I can almost hear you speak
I hear you call my ancient name
snd offer to light the inner flame
ahh i guess this is enough
I celebrate Spirits loving touch
and offer words that can’t describe
beyond these hints of the gifts you hide
form and spirit in silence can meet
and merge with the holy trinity
I bow to those mystics who see
the truth of your truth lasts through eternity
