As the fire dies; back to the shadow. Like red coals in my soul, they too will soon flee and follow.
What once burned so bright, just as quickly turns back to the night.
Oh how I wish it'd stay, to have it once more for another day.
And as I turn and have left, to ashes now It is swept.
Like a poem I read in a time since gone.
About a choice in a wood; a Path that will, and a Path that could.
To burn with courage in my choice, to listen hard for that still small Voice.
It is my Hope, when in the dark to find the Fire, bright and burning back in my Heart.
This is my Heart Fire.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
I once read a Little Book,
and what I found, is what I took.
For from this Little Book, what is said, I may have.
Free for all and all for One.
Whats been said, whats been Won.
No jokes, no games,
this Little Book has many Names.
But, it's Truth and Tidings, For You and I,
will brings Us to Him who sits on High.
For this Little Book has held me fast,
in Storms so fierce I myself,
could never last.
And as I've grown in Seas so strong,
He has been there all along.
Small in size, to human eyes.
This Little Book will hold its weight,
For You He pinned it and will wait.
So come on friend now is time,
For You this Book is yours and mine.
Not to fool, not to trick,
this Little Book is very thick.
In your heart now you know of The Book that I write.
For I am serious when I say,
this Little Book shows the Way.
So come with me and we shall see,
what The Book reads to Be.
This Little Book
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
The wolf inside is weak and frail, his Pack is distant and far, his fur and skin are matted and mangy.
His howl once full of Joy and Power is brought low, Painful and Angry.
The wind; cold and bitter,
pushes the wolf into Darkness of winter.
The Birds circle and mock, giving chase for their moment of feasting.
His heart cries buried inside, racing and beating.
The wolf must rise to withstand the night; to rise and make war with all his might.
The wolf must rise to give pursuit of his Kin, if left to the birds, in his Heart they will roost.
Arise the Wolf inside to continue the Path ahead,
but, as the season comes, so does the challenge in his head.
For the Wolf that is wise endure he must, for it will not all return back to Dust.
To Rise and give chase for the prize of his Heart.
The Wolf will rise to battle this dark.
The Wolf alone, thinks he is,
but within sight, the Leader comes to finish the Promise He said, is His.
Rise up the Wolf Inside.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC