“In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.”
― Augustine of Hippo
Raining pelts of insanity,
tore her from repose.
Clothed in blackened robes
she was driven to the edge.
Light could not pursue,
she outran its radiant beams.
But in the wake of day
when breath let her rest,
her wounds finally surrendered.
The sacred scars of adornment
became jewels of inner light.
“I celebrated your joy, I promise, I did.
While into darkness, my afflictions slid.
Through pain and tears I heard applause.
I gleaned the cheers, I read the scores.
I glimpsed delight with visceral sight.
In my mind’s eye it still alights.
I’m sorry, so sorry for my shame.
I really am, let me try again?
If only I’d supped that warm embrace,
just for a moment, a sublime place!
In misery I’ve been submerged.
Stolen joy where despair converged.
Shame is more deadly than death.
Its venom steals my very breath.
I’m going beyond the outer edges
to acquire my own forgiving lenses.
When I emerge I pray I’ll be free.
Somewhere, somehow, it’s my decree!”
“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi
An ailing soul
absorbed by fear
Her past consumed
with morbid years
all hope devoid
Life no longer
The touch of nature
healing and tender
In gratitude she
welcomed each day
Accepting at last
what life had given
Reflections of love
her true religion
A Power greater
restored her to sanity
The divine within
became her reality
Sacred shifts in her
heart and mind
Her inner being