Following the Pull of Divinity within as it speaks in quiet
whispers beneath the din of the soulversations all around
Living from Soul in every moment is Courage.
Loving from Soul generates Miracles.
Leading from Soul is Magic.


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Beckon Me

by Heather Maclean
12-10-04 revised 5-17-09
A Glimpse


All your questions befuddle me
All my answers bemuddle you
You said you believed in me
I didn't believe in myself

And I couldn't help myself
You made it so easy to leave
Before my back was turned
You shut the door
And I couldn't help myself

Glimmering beams of starlight
Beckon me, beckon me home
Beckon me home to a place
You never belonged
Before a day had passed
I cried my last

And I couldn't help myself
Now my life is my own
And I couldn't help myself
So spin around in your lonely circle
Where everything stays the same
Everything stays the same
Stays the same
The same
Same

Glimmering beams of moonlight beckon me home
Beckon me, beckon me
And I couldn't help myself
Love of life beckons me
Beckons me home to myself
A place you never belonged

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