Behind the Veil
I heard the words
a final time.
I don’t remember
what they were
or how I reacted.
Numb and buzzing
in every cell
I kept walking
towards what
would save me.
I didn’t know
how long it
would take
to get there
but I kept walking
one sentence
at a time
until the book
was written.
Life
With
A
Hole
In
It.
That severity
became
softened
only
with
time.
Now eternity
has slipped out
of time’s
cold
grasp.
And I
am
home.
Vicki Woodyard
Hi Vicki, I was reading a new book by English Psychologist, Steve Taylor. It is titled, The Clear Light. I am including a few lines from a poem entitled “Coming Down From the Mountains. These words made me think of you:
Stillness can only endure
when it has been built up
in the midst of turbulence.
Enlightenment can only endure
when it has grown deep and strong
in the midst of darkness.
Cheers, Dennis
I appreciate your readership, Dennis. I love that poem because it is a paradoxical truth….
Dearest Vicki🌺 Thank YOU-UUU for the poem💖 Thank You for Your eternal warmth, Your ceaseless kindness-lght-bringing Joy eternally flowering developing. It is God’s Command; His LOVE shining – it is the fullness of Paradise. Your shared experience, Your giving willfull guided thought is His Glories always intimately with You. DEEPLY, SIMPLY PROFOUNDLY GRATEFUL I am: Thank You so much for showing GOD’S HOME, to be ever more young and how to get there as in ‘phenomenal’ – in any circumstance, set free of impossibilities. You are the dance eternal, in focus of GOD, like a young child, earnestly, fresh cheeked, keenly gifted, pure and natural 🌳 – HOME in Spirit, HOME is Earth, the Heart, the Soul! Hugs and Greetings🌹🌹🌹 To You, Your son, Your girl, Your most BELOVED💌🍃🙏
I am not quite all of those things, dear Silja! Best wishes always….