“Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose” The Moody Blues
In the clear of light we see the path,
never sure which one to choose
yet to stand undecided is just a waste of time
and time is all we have.
The skies may darken as lightning strikes so far away
and we feel safe as we stand slack-jawed watching
wondering how far till touchdown and as we feel a single drop
still feel secure in our grandness,
in our ego we feel so high above it all,
nothing will mar our journey,
for we ask for guidance and know it will be given.
Yet we are surprised when the beast rises to threaten our calm,
when we are surprised by that which we see,
that which we know is not the right version of how our dream went,
and we shout to the mighty cloud, how dare you mar this moment,
we asked for perfection and you deliver us this storm
and as the water rises and we feel the fear wash over us we realize
we are only as mighty as our convictions, as strong as our faith.
Faith is what drives the soul forward,
pushing past fear to enjoy the thrill of each curve,
each turn our lives take,
for better or worse,
it is what sustains us in the darkness,
it is what guides us to the light of the path we should choose.
Trust in the words spoken within,
believe in the laughter that falls like rain on parched ears,
know the love that this space holds for us,
even though we cannot always see and the road may become treacherous,
hold the hand of the one in need,
through each storm we will gather
and move through to find the other side
where we will be whole
where we will be complete.
A post for a friend who I think needs to hear the words. Sent with prayers for healing and light and to know you’re not alone. Peace and blessings, K