A
presence I have not felt since….
A true strength. A lightening
of
enlightenment
granted by those present.
Negative footprints march in.
Dismal, grey.
Yellow-orange are the lighter steps
that lead to our eventual
exit
forming a path with the less wanted.
A
duality of
spirit.
I light a candle and enter.
“Flickering gently
Candle flame twitches near out.
My hand shelters it.”
I sit. A speech
and a request:
Symbolically
shackle the one who sits at our head.
An acquaintance
soon bound with rainbow ribbons.
Trapped by
Triumph.
A Spirit spurned.
I cannot shackle my own
But kept a shackle regardless.
Soon enough, his suffering was lightened.
Oil is blessed;
I wait a moment, several, many.
Then,
anointed, a
Christ, by an enemy?
There is surely hope
if such a
feud can be ended.
Most left, but I
lingered a little longer
To feel, connect with the presence.
I can feel once again.
Joy,
Sorrow,
Compassion,
Inspiration.
Not new to me
yet unfamiliar,
from so long in
hibernation.
“A spirit shattered…
I am once again worthy.
Hope for a new world.”
A spirit shattered three and a half years.
A
union of minds.
A
clasp of hands.
I am once again
worthy.
(Swift)