Sister Poetry

My body is the lantern for my spirit’s fire.
My being sings the song of the Spirit’s lyre.
My ears pick up whispers of Love’s very essence.
My heart sits with others in a healing presence.
My eyes see visions of all that could be.
My mouth speaks words of trembling prophecy.
My hands reach for ways to live what I’ve been shown.
My feet move toward horizons as yet unknown.
If I don’t give in to fear,
    I can be a lantern of the Spirit’s Fire.
If we don’t give in to fear, 
    we can be lanterns of the Spirit’s Fire.