THE SPIRITS CALL

From somewhere deeply in the forest, nature summons me.
Nothing stands in the opened path, and my spirit soars free.
Energy permeates my soul as the raindrops begin to fall.
A fire ignites within when hearing the lightning’s call.
The spirits call.

Conjuring up newfound strength, a war is engaged.
I battle all of the obstacles that have left me enraged.
Cleansed of bitter emotions, and guided by the wind,
I know that slowly, but surely, my spirit is on the mend.
The spirits call.

“Hear me,” I cry, lifting my arms into the air.
“Wash away my heartache, alleviate the despair.”
Then a rainbow’s seen, as if the spirits heard my plea.
A smile coming to my lips, I whisper softly, “Blessed be.”
The spirits call.
I’ve been heard.