FLYING

This is my life

that I live to the full--

intense…

precarious…

flashing

through me,

by me, almost.

A memory forces its way through a thousand barriers to the surface of me--

another memory more terrorizing than the last.

And lo! that revelation

slams me into walls

of razor wire and

fire-baked brick,

and rough-hewn stone….

breaking me and…

shattered--

downward--

I scream like a banshee

as into the rabbit hole of sheer madness I fall.

But oh, sweet mercy!

Dear friends and You

and I, my Lord,

get me on my feet again--

knit my brain and soul back

together again.

The truth is up --

the way it feels to me is that

the power of lies took the hard-core fall.

Now I pray to God there is

a more whole-cloth knit-together me.

Does a stronger fabric

closer to the truth of myself,

shimmer in the light of This New Day?

It seems to be so.

I discover one more time the Victory:

luscious fresh freedom

to do The Work,

to find My Way

agonizingly yet inexorably

back home to Love--

back one more time…

to the sweetest gift of all--

(but only by the Grace of God),

the marvelous Peace of God.

I have not perished of this process as yet.

Have mercy, my Lord.

Let it be the last time this little old lady

slides so deeply into hell

that family, friends, and I cry out in alarm.

Amen