The gates made of light open
Before me.
All the treasures of heaven
Burn
Eyes
The soul cries out
I tremble
Cannot speak.
I see wings, halos, angels.
Freedom so pure and clean
More fresh than the water of
Any earthly spring or
Glacier.
I struggle to inch forward
My feet are rooted
And bound.
Release me! I demand.
The angels
Weep.
Release yourself.
A crescent moon blade
Bathed in sapphire flame
Rests at my feet
I hack and slash and saw.
And
Understand.
Now I weep
Too.
Where is Spirit
In this cruelty?
How dare you ask me
To give up my
Beloved
Feet!
To abandon
What has carried me
So far
And so long?
“The leaden paws must
Become wings of
Gold.”
I am silent.
In terror
And denial
And
Grieving
I want to close my ears.
But how
Could I deny glory
Like
This?
