I walk the earth feet bare, eyes open. Taking in all that I see, I feel, I sense. I search for that one. You know, the one who will tell me everything I want to know. They are there, just out of sight. Hiding in the shadows teasing me with glimpses of fairy light. Those spirits of old, forgotten memories, faded into tales told to help children sleep. What if I told you those tales are true? That once upon a time there was more than me and you. That spirits walked this earth free from malice and fear, helping those in need or playing tricks for cheer. As this world grows old we are told what to believe. That evil lurks nearby forever trying to take us to our knees. But what is evil except what others perceive. A fear, a hatred, an unknown that is hard to believe. I walk these lands and see the marvels around me and wonder why one spirit’s magic is call miracle while another is shunned as the devil’s deed. If I were to wave my hand and a tree springs to life in winter’s deep, would I be hailed a miracle worker, or be burned a witch on the pyre of man’s sins. Within us all a spirit resides. It’s who we are, how we live. So I ask you now this question of old, who are you to judge me and my beliefs when judgment is not yours? If sins I have I will answer in time, but only to the spirit that surrounds me leads me, loves unconditionally me, my soul.
8 thoughts on “Spirit”
An excellent culmination to this series of poems! As Jamie Fraiser would say … Vera Vera nice!
LOL Thank you! 🙂
Wow. The beautiful word choice of this poem just feels so right. Imagery is stunning as well. Inspiring for my own literary blog!
Thank you! 🙂
This is stunning. A reminder that faith and spirituality are deeper than the religious mainstream values dominating our cultures and our own inner lives.
I wish more people would understand that. The world might be a safer place to live.
Very Powerful Words Heidi Such Insight into The Heart & Soul Of Mankind
Thank you. 🙂