I have power over the spirits of good or evil…

I have power over the spirits of good or evil…
The alternating patterns of white and black…
Yes, indeed, sometimes it is a tricky situation…
But I know the trick.

I have a key to doors that are latched and thought can not be opened…
I have found a way through the un-passable paths…
Past the pillars of flames…
Around the arguments of “who has it worse.”

I live in a different world…
A light and living world…
Airy winged…
Springing up like yellow daffodils.

All I have to say to darkness, “Simon Says be gone!”
Spit out the stale wine…
Say no to what is evil…
And yes, to what is perfect.

Why is it that things that are free are not valued…
When they are the most valuable things of all…
Life and freedom come without a cost…
Yet, we would rather buy darkness.

I love you,

Annie