We have kissed the feet of Angels.
walked the dark pathway to the Heavens.
sat with the babies!
nursed the sick.
tended to those who have lost their way.
we have stood on the top of the heap!
looking down at the destruction.
saw bodies lying in the streets,
pools of blood collecting at their feet.
i sat looking deeply in a mirror reflection.
at an image that no longer resembles the heart.
a reflection dark and decaying
from a slow death.
i watch as ashes fall to the ground
nourishing the earth.
into fertile ground
that nourishes the soul.
which has taken root.
begins to push through the soil
into bright sunlight.
her life gives life.
her energy restores,
thrives and flourishes.
her voice heals.
her presence encourages
others in the midst
of theses challenging times.