what is forsaken in the hidden places,
what bruises the soul, that you let go-
to fall down so deep,
your heart weeps for recovering-
light of the angels stream through,
the dark hold-
what tries to chain us to the depths of black,
love tethers us to light and pull us through-
no place hides that beauty of your glow,
you are love and light you know-
even if you feel like its lost from you now,
for all that tries to bring you to abandon-
is left in the dust of the fire that burns-
through you emptied hollow places,
flooding it with warm love and truth-
what creeps underneath is casted away,
love conquers the battlefield of your wounding-
heals you inside and out.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Ella Nowak
