. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Do you believe in Spirit Guides?

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Do you believe in Spirit Guides?

  **Do you believe in Spirit Guides?**


(A lone voice whispers)


I've lived

Once loved and cried

Indulged in primordial urges and died


By the sharp
Sword of Damocles


No less
For a thousand years

As I fought emotions like a transmitted disease 


For I'm immortal

And I've mixed and fought with so many souls


Some with a kind heart

Fierce spirit
And a willing mind


Some so corrupt they would sell you out

For anything, they could find


I'm the wild untameable Thunder


In a storm-filled Autumns sky


The gentle breeze overflowing


With Spring's symphonies
Of baby blackbirds that cry


The scent of luscious
Winters mornings

Filled with a dash of mildew


The peace and tranquillity

Submissively reflected
in a serene Summer's sky


As whispering clouds
Jostle for kingship and quietly float by


For I'm eternal
Don't you see


Born from unexplainable storm clouds

Just beyond your sight


Baptized by giants hands in The Eternal Fountain


Heaven's white lightning 

Upon Heaven's illustrious deep mysterious mountains


I'm just one of many fragments resting deep inside 


Until you sleep

And then we all walk hand in hand 

Through all your keeps 


To speak and exchange words of wisdom

To seduce and advise


As we together conquer dark dreams

Whilst lost and vulnerable Before the early morning sunrise


Walking together bravely 

Only to then awaken 
Fresh and revitalized


To traverse this dangerous life 
sometimes soul-draining horizons


Filled with so many corrupted spirits 

Who just love to criticize


You'll see me sometimes

By your white picket fence


Standing alone in my grey coat of Salvation

In the swirling mists of
Time


Sometimes you'll hear me in the hidden Alabaster corridors

Within your mind


For I am part of your
Higher-Self


Bestowed to you by an almighty power


My only task
My penance
My treasure

Is to stimulate
Encourage and fortify


Within ever-quickening
passing seconds and hours


Behold


I am forever yours
As you are mine

And together we go to war
Every day you breathe

To rage against the Paradigms littered amongst the ever-eroding Sands of Time


If in me you
Do believe


Your spirit guide 


Just one of the Lord's many appointees 

Who's tasked to never leave


Copyright John Duffy

 

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