The energy sparks.

It lights a flame,

a small one,

but one that wants to burn.


The energy grows.

The light becomes stronger,

it flickers and fights

to burn and throw light.


The energy survives.

The wind howls

and dims the light

but it never blows it out.


The energy recovers.

It resists all those things

that tries to make it

less than it is.


The energy just is.

It is what it is meant to be.

Nothing can stop

the beautiful light and glow

of the powerful energy.


 

~Copyright 2010, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~