witness to the silent sacred scary cries.
The bright light blinds,
silver glitter and spotlight white,
and when I search for answers
the black spots burn my eyes
and all I see is darkness,
pain and terror,
sound of mocking laughter,
I stumble in the inky blackness
and fall to the ground.
The landing is remarkably soft,
Let your eyes adjust to the truth.
The light is there in the shadows,
and it burns off the darkness.
Rest in the body knowing,
Now is the time to
see and be seen.
You are standing on solid ground.
Psalm 34:5: Those who look to God are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018