I Rise Up

 _Our destiny is not determined by the number of times we stumble, but by the number of times we ri

I Rise Up

The drum beats echo in the night, calling my heart to wake up,
Whirlwinds suck up the ashes of my abandoned dreams, I rise up,
Sparks catch the ashes and burst into flames, igniting my souls dream to wake up,
Surging through the blood, inflaming the passions of my heart, I rise up.

Dreams are the warriors of my soul, stirring me to action, I wake up,
Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes , I rise up,
Dreams arise from the ashes remade, even as I slide back into slumber, I wake up,
Rising from the ashes, I again take flight, I rise up.

My heart rhythm matches the beats of the drum, echoing in the heart of darkness, I wake up,
The roots imprisoning my feet stir at my souls fire, heat rises up through my body, I rise up,
My soul breaks free of the restraints put upon it, to slumber and sleep, I wake up
My soul rising up to take flight to the heavens, chasing after the sun, I rise up

An eternal flame, a comet, I blaze across the heavens, I have woke up,
The comet tail blazes across the sky, it flares as I rise up,
Fully awake to my souls purpose, once again I battle to fulfill it, to wake the sleepers up,
For they too were conquered, reduced to ashes they feel asleep, but now awakening,


I think that we all of us remember what God’s destiny is for us when we are little. We have these hopes and dreams of what we will be when we grow up. Then we start school and for most of us, we lose sight of the those dreams. They get buried and forgotten, blown away like dust devils across the fields, broken and unseen.

Then something happens that knocks the wind out of us. Everything that we thought was important in our life, is shown to be fools gold. We stumble and fall down. We grieve in sackcloth and ashes. And if we are really lucky, we remember what we are here to do. We grab our pillows and shake last nights dreams loose from the feathers that we bound them up in.  We rise up.  Those abandoned dreams are not truly cold and dead.  They lay buried in the dream cavern, waiting for us to bring them back to life.  To blow upon them the breath of life, igniting them once again into a steady flame.

We always have the potential to rise. Rise out of our slump. Rise out of our negative thoughts. Rise out of our comfort zone. Rise out of our complaints, GET UP AND RISE…, Rising is a choice that’s one powerful thought away.

  – Kris Carr

What defines us, is the rising up part. We all will fall down.  We fall asleep because the going is so hard.  We tell ourselves that we deserve to take it easy just for a little while.  And so we fall asleep.  It is part of the human experience. The spark of divinity that is in each of us, is in the rising up part, to become the person we were meant to be. The importance of this, is that the world is waiting for us. It needs us to rise up, one more time and reenter the ring of life and fight the battle we were sent to fight.  Something happens, these small occurrences, these coincidences.  They start these sparks, that shine brightly .  They draw us in, they stoke up those hidden fires.  We wake up.

Coincidences are glimpses in to the creative mind of the universe.

  – Deepak Chopra

Each time we are reborn like the phoenix, we are just a little bit wiser from life’s experiences. We are stronger because even though we got knocked down, we got back up one more time. As long as we don’t quit, the “fat lady hasn’t sang”. It isn’t over, and it we can still be winners, fulfilling our destiny.  Breathe your dreams to life, by taking one small step.  Listen to the whispers of your soul  Enter the cave of dreams and release them from their shackles of limitations, because in truth you have no limits.

The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.

  – Joseph Campbell

So if you are feeling a little sore, like a semi truck ran over you, backed up, and ran over you again, remember – you are like the Phoenix and can rise up from the ashes. Remember that the spark is always buried in the ashes, and just needs you to blow on it to re-ignite the flames.  The dream doesn’t really die.  It doesn’t expire.  Look inside and awaken.  Undergo a radical transformation and like the Phoenix rise up. Listen to your heart and rise up.  Rise up and follow your soul to the stars and beyond.

Remember that when life throws you to the wolves, you can come back leading the pack!

Sheryl Silbaugh

I am married with 4 grown children who are all married and currently have 14 grandchildren and two great granddaughters. I work fulltime as a Director at Bank of America and I am the founder of LemonadeMakers.org, which is a website and Facebook page dedicated to personal transformation and growth. We all have life's lemons show up in our life, this website helps us to make them into lemonade.

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