She perceived it as light at first sight, like the morning was made
to rescue her from the perennial, sleepless nights, and like when
she was frozen down a pitch black hole and squinted at the sliver of
and then she said he wore white,
exactly looking like an angel,
for a short moment that seemed to last, her life depended on just
staring at him
She believed she’d already seen him but wished they’d met before
She saw a new scene of an instant memory
Her heart recalls it was the beginning, but her soul knew
it was returning to something-
something that’s always been with her time
We do share the same amount of affliction and misery that the fragility of our being remains the center of our focus and obsession while getting on with the flow of life.
But like us humans, every other existence has a vulnerable life, nothing in the creation is excluded from the oneness of souls. Maybe we’ve all become so self-absorbed that we always have the idea of misery and abandonment when we are inundated with our own triggered troubles and insecurities that we’ve missed to remember we are also called to care for our Mother who shelters us all.
Can’t you picture the frown of a dying stream? Doesn’t it excite you to see the water moving?
I hope we’ll all commit to a hobby of taking care of the earth the way we nurse ourselves when our souls are in drought.