Where Does Your Spirit Dwell?
Where does your spirit dwell,
When you’re not feeling so well?
Is it in your eyes,
burning with the threat of tears?
or is it in your heart?
ripping you apart?
Is it in the twisted caverns of your brain,
Twisting into dark winding anguished screams?
Is it in the melodies of the songs you blast?
Songs to fill your ears and quiet the madness?
Where does your spirit go?
When the people of the World tell you...
EVERYTHING!!!
. . . except, what you YEARN to know?!
Where does my spirit dwell?
My spirit whirls around inside me,
Sets out in action,
sets out on a course
To make my arms move
and get my legs to take stand.
My spirit flows my blood
to pump and pulse
To turn my life over,
Give my spirit over…
and place it in God’s hands.
God takes my pain
and rearranges its stain
Into magical flavors to season my cells
Into brilliant divinity
Of His fire and Holy Spirit.
God takes my spirit,
and keeps it well.
Its in His grace it dwells.
The Holy Spirit masters me like Geppetto
And animates my body,
so I that I can go on
Go on to create…
write down all the things
that make me ache.
Even when it feels like…
there’s nothing more to make.
My heart bears through the cruelty,
and the hate.
the misery and grim makers' shames
and it turns it all around;
and away,
from all of Life’s games,
and the play.
Where does my spirit dwell?
It’s on the paper my pencils find
In the paint that colors the images
of my mind
Turns them over to the canvases I find.
And it is God’s spirit that drives me there,
to create Worlds right out of thin air.
In my art,
And on the pages,
written in words
straight from my heart.
Where does my spirit dwell?
Safely within God’s grace,
Righted and loved…
in His Lighted Place.
