Birds sit on yonder branch
with clarion song.
They call to awaken
those lying in nights slumber.
They shout to bring feet to rise
and dance in day.

Birds they be gift to ears
that breathe in fledgling sound.
The gift that echoes causing self to sing too,  
and vibrate inside the celebration of life.

It is with one match
the darkness of room is lit.
One intention to recall who one is
to expand consciousness for peace.
One song of breath to sing out
and pass an awakening spark,
with compassionate smile.
One moment to change the world.

Be the match you are
to burn inside your great light.
It is why you are here.
It’s with the power of your own light
that God’s spark lives.
It is the light that cannot be extinguished.
The catalyst that makes one see
as they integrate the dark
into rainbows.

One bright candle of self held in a darken room
vibrates to gobble up the dark.
To awaken the sleeping.
To carry the soul to feel empowered by
rays of God within.
By your essence of love present.

One bright candle of self
in a moment of day or night
vibrates to a song of ones divinity
meant to be seen.
To move inside life’s dance.
To ****** go to touch many
feeling everyday the celebration
of a candle of love we are.

Let the light sail into you.
let your own candle burn bright.