Closing my weary eyes I see a life force rising,
slowly emerging from the destitute ashes of over with and absolutely done.
It searches the regions of foreign and unknown looking for recovery with complete abandonment.
It desperately wants to be relieved from that obsession that covers the sun and blinds the moon.
Deep within a battered voice calls out frantically, beckoning to be freed from the ties that bind.
It stood on the opposite side of a desolate street, looking for a secure way across it,
and countless failed efforts manifested into profound desperation,
until that fateful moment when clarity was made clear.
All the material belongings were gone…
Connections with the slim & shady, severed,
And many of the fears had dissipated.
In this powerful vision a lone raft of hope floated towards the curb, and it was filled with faith.
Half measured availed us none, but complete surrender revealed The Promises.
The vessel proved to be a blessed life line, and it was built sturdy to weather new storms.
It sailed effortlessly towards a better way of living,
catching the golden rays of light from a now visible sun…
and in the warm bosom of countless new horizons is where that inner-peace resides,
for these are the times after dysfunction and the incomprehensible demoralization.
“We can only keep what we have by giving it away…”