All ways are closed; now the dark angel
holds me to his heart;
and folds me
in his glimmering wings.
I am immersed in the destructive element;
in what you might call ‘sin’.
The little sac of sorrow and dark I bought with in me
to the world;
and what I was given
all unaware by those who loved me;
their own unfelt grief and lack.
fight to breath; want to escape into business;
Bleak angel holds me back.
‘Be still, my child; be still and wait’
Here you are held
between the gates of life and death.
Here is a great and silent
chasm that you could
slip into so easily.
But wait;be still,hold true; you will come through
the bleakest time, through anguish
and through judgement;
through your woundedness.
Be still, be true,and trust
for all along
”And underneath are the everlasting arms”
‘Until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away”
Tara Brach ”What can I trust in all circumstances?’
”When we are lost in thought we are in a virtual reality”
(”Praise Allah and tie your camel to the post”)