It has been a long and arduous journey…A journey of walking through darknessWalking through the narrow thorny way..I have despaired at times –Given up.Sat on the floor – lost!Sobbing hardBlinded by my pain, blinded by my tearsBut the light called me on.I don’t know how,But I got upagain and again –I walked with the pebble of Sorrow in my shoe.I walked and walked…I carried Grieflike a heavy pack on my back.I didn’t know the road…But I put one foot in front of the other.I found a resting place or twoalong the way…A Japanese Bathhouse…The healing hands of a masseuse…Breaking down the hardening of my shell…I didn’t want to get hardI wanted my heart to stay soft.Though I wept more not lessI chose to keep my heart of flesh.I got to know my darkness.And after awhileI was not afraid of the dark.I learnt to see in the dark.I saw my shadows.I learnt that I had to carrymy darkness with my light.The two are oneIntegrated, I am whole.I am ready nowto walk again.To begin my own ‘Camino’…To take the pebble out from my shoe..To swap my heavy pack for a lighter day pack..I trust completely in the Path…It will lead me –And I will follow.Because of the darknessI have become the light.I hold both together – in me. |
This is so deeply moving..thank you for your soulful insight
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So beautiful and honesty is spoken in these words. May the light always shine through and the heart left soft and loving. Xx
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A belated thank you for this lovely reflection. Can I share a story? Some years ago, I was walking by the cliff tops near the sea in southern Victoria, and something was paining me in one foot. I was wearing sandals, good quality but old. I checked them – they seemed fine. I walked on, the discomfort got worse. I took the sandal off again, and had a closer look. The sole, which had little air pockets in it, had worn a hole, and a pebble had found its way in. I literally had a stone in my sole/soul.
Who says God lacks a sense of humour?
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