We have two lives; the soul of man is like the rolling world, one half in day and the other in night: the one has music and the flying cloud, the other silence and the wakeful stars. Alexander Smith.

I am the Spirit

I am the Spirit in which all things live
Each lives according to its kind
The heart by love the intellect by truth
The higher nature of man’s mind. . .

I am the Spirit that feels the pureness in drifting snow
I am the Spirit that wails when wild winds blow
I am the Spirit of patience key to contentment
I am the Spirit that searches the path of enlightenment

I am the Spirit that sends you on the eternal flight
I am the Spirit creator who hears prayers at night
I am the Spirit of the bright tear that stands in the eye
I am the Spirit of love that kisses it dry

I am the Spirit in the cry of the wolf when the moon crests the hill
I am the Sprit in the song of the loon when the mist hangs still
I am the Spirit that runs down a mountain river to the sea
I am the Spirit that grows in every forest tree

I am the Spirit of the rough nourishing earth
I am the Spirit of newness that comes with birth
I am the Spirit of memories– and whatever will be
I am the Spirit of your own destiny!

I am the Spirit of music when birds wake the dawn
I am the Spirit that paints a rainbow on a storm
I am the Spirit of darkness and despair
I am the Spirit of hope that brings dreams to share

I am the Spirit of spring that tells of sunny hours
I am the Spirit of birds, beasts and flowers
I am the Spirit in the glory of the evening sky
I am the Spirit that glows in the firefly

I am the Spirit that lives and survives in all things!

I am Spirit. . .

Beryl McMullen