I am up in the middle of the night..know something called me..Synchronicities are revealing themselves to me.....I'm reading Grof's "when the impossible happens" ..could be the doors of my psyche are just opening and SEEING...Then this expression came to me...written many years ago...as I desended into the shadows... it feels right to share it now.
In The Darkness Gratitude Waits …
A Poem by Angela Ledington-Fischer
As I walk through this
Valley of darkness,
I vaguely hear a whisper.
I notice I am followed
By many dark faces,
Only one is shrouded
By a cloth.
The whisper is no longer heard
Over the raving and the raging
Of the dark faces.
I continue to walk…
Knowing they all follow me.
My legs become weak,
My stomach is knotted
And my heart feels heavier
With every step.
Finally as I feel death closing in,
I turn to face them.
We face each other
In a long silence
That is so loud
It begins to vibrate my entire being.
On my knees
My last bit of strength
Allows an unknown voice.
A song emerges from my soul…
I listen and soon
I hear the voice
Of my own feminine spirit.
She lives! She thrives!
The melody begins to pulse
Through my veins.
And I begin to notice a light…
Far off in the distance…
The whisper begins… again.
It is calling me to the light…
I follow…
And now by my side
Is the shrouded face…
As I approach the light
I see it is merely a small, beautiful candle.
I look to my right
And see the beautiful face of gratitude.
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Her light surrounds and caresses me
With the redemption…
This is her gift.