Bona fide…

Can you be with her darkness; the dragons… the poisonous venom perusing through her being… The neatly braided thorns encasing her heart like barbed wire; ready to pierce any brazen soul who dare to peer inside… Can you manage that depth of intimacy?… Can you withstand her dark and Love her unconditionally? Will you hold her when the sting becomes unbearable and the wound needs cleansing? When the demons dance and she vomits ash?… Will you stand with her in the cesspools of hell as she battles the devils attempt to numb her heart and dine on her Spirit?…Will you continue to hold her hand as she drowns in her own unfathomable depths choking on the darkest night as she falls?… Will you continue to be by her side when she becomes unrecognizable?… When she rises?… When the warrior that lives within her begins to breathe?…

Angelicus

 

 

 

Remember beloved soul…
in the moments of weighted heart,
you are swathed in the down
of Angels wings

And when you rise…
you will glide as an eagle,
cresting the sunrise
of a harvest moon

And when you look up…
you will see your raidiance,
dance across the majesty
of an opalescent sky

And when the wind billows…
as the trees begin to dance,
you will hear the sacred aria
of Loves lullaby.

Listen my child;
for therein resides
a melody of peace.