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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.

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