A
mysterious thing happened on the way to life, a journey across shards of
broken glass edged in the hues of blue, yellow and purple stains,
bleeding underfoot.
Excruciating
pain immersed in spasms of crimson colored sin, washed pure in the well
of tears, heavy with grief, carried on a chain bound to the moon
splintering the maze of darkness into sighs and moans of regret and
repentance,
black ink dripping relentlessly on pale white rice paper
folded into the shape of a dove. The pages turned in the hazy breeze of
time eternal, then suddenly stopped in front of a great, golden light
glowing in the centre of my soul,
where it whispered my name wrapped
in the silence of sound, beating with the speed of butterfly wings
soaring high above the valley of dry bones, aquamarine skies caressing
my spirit with a love unknown to mankind.
I
knelt beside a river bubbling with joy, drank deeply from the well of
compassion, kindness and grace mirrored in my heart, the image of love
restoring my life, cloaking it in radiant garments of laughter and joy.
He carried me to the ends of the earth with songs of victory and hope, celebrating a new beginning in Paradise, my new home.