Melody
Spirit is a holy place,
fashioned by the Master.
Joy is seen upon the face
caressed by hands of rapture.
Reflecting a story
of strength born within.
Smile, the touch of glory
in being born again.
When the arrows from the other side
penetrates the mind,
Dark echoes are crucified,
if you leave them all behind.
Demonic forces scatter
to form the ranks of war.
Light's dreams will always shatter
'til you know what they are for.
And though good intentions
from a heart fully awake,
pleasurable inventions
can cause the same to break.
Songs born from loss and fear
cannot soothe a wounded soul.
You've been given ears to hear,
music that can make you whole.
Copyright © Carol Richard Weyler | Year Posted 2012
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