The Voice of The Spirit Guide

 Have you ever looked in that secret doorway

Within your mind

That doorway 

To old memories 

Of life and death 

Painted in indigo blue

With light and dark

Walked within it's rooms

To witness reality 

And embrace a tragic thought

Life comes in the wind

Like a beautiful pure white feather

That gets weathered by life

Until it's smothered

 

By greedy

Dark lords

In wigs

Until gravediggers

Are paid 

To dig

Some ask

Does Heaven watch  

As lives are turned to grey ash 

As people cry

As they are lashed

Does he

Who sits on

Golden throne

Not care

But sit

Crafting

Warm at home 

As lives burn

Like Nero's

City of

Rome 

But have faith

And now know this

For as red roses

In concrete grows

The seeds of hope will be sown

And when the seasons seem

Black 

For whatever reason

High in the sky

The Lord will

Applaud and clap

And send

Angels 

North

To defend

You

When you

Feel under attack

Or trapped

In a Principalities dark

Traps

Or whatever

You're going through

So know

This secret

And be spiritually 

Grown

Have faith

Within these words

As they are known 

Whatever you feel

Or suffer

Right now

Can be outgrown

So rejoice

In the winds of time

Leave the soft sands 

In that room

Close

That old doorway 

To life and death 

Painted in indigo blue

With light and dark

For together 

We stand  

Hand in hand 

To face

And conquer

Whatever

Is deemed your story

For with prayer 

And Gods glory

  

We give love to those

 We've lost 

But still we rise

Tomorrow 

To see the light

Of day

Whatever the cost

For those 

Brave enough to enter

Their room

Of deep thoughts

Can never be bought

 Only spiritually supported

 And endorsed 

By the endless

Bounties

Of the Lord

Now say after me

And don't pretend

Just whisper

My Lord

 

Hear my call

In times of pain 

Sustain me 

So your grace

Can remain

Give me courage 

Guided by your Angels

Who know my name 

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy