The Spiral

by Merle Bowden



High on the spiral the bright light is calling,
Calling me onwards, closer to home.
I feel the calling and rush on to meet it,
Knowing where I go is where I began.

But far beyond me where darkness is reigning
Comes the call of another, a brother of mine.
I must reach higher, but I must help another.
Do I go onwards, or turn one more time?

I let my soul guide me and turn on the pathway.
I reach for my brother and see the Life Light.
It=s reflecting from me; through me - right to him.
He was in darkness but now has clear sight.

He smiles as he passes and climbs up the spiral,
Then he turns and helps another behind.
Groups are now turning - the Light is reflecting.
Humanity is climbing - one step at a time.

The Pure Love is shining and leading us onwards;
Not one alone, but together we climb.
For all those up higher are turning to help us
Out of the darkness by reflecting the light.

Step by step up the spiral we=re helping each other,
All of humanity, each woman and man.
The Pure Love is calling, we struggle to reach it,
Knowing where we go is where we began.