The Way Back Home

The Way Back Home

There is a place inside of my heart

Like a vast meadow

Alive with flowers and light and sky

Where perfect love flows freely

Through everything that finds it's way there

There isn't a map

Though the paths are many

Some are even and well tended

Most are dark and tangled

Hidden and overgrown

With thorny brush and old, moldering trees

Sometimes I stumble into the clearing

Quite by accident, surprised

And this presence beckons me 

Into her safe and loving arms

Welcoming me home

And while the sun beams into the center of my being

I hear the the voice of every kindness I have ever known:

Remember the way

Bring everything here

Every single traveling companion

The hurt, fear, shame

All of that unworthiness and pain

The regrets of a lifetime

The deepest despair
The most bitter resentment
And, yes, dear child

Even the fiercest anger

Will be openly and warmly received

Into this space that is big enough

For anything

Bring them for tea...

We will watch together

As the storms pass through

But I was lost when I arrived

How will I ever get back here

Through the unmarked paths

Winding here and there and everywhere

In the murky fog and foulest of weather?

The voice on the wind like a whisper:

Just be still

In the silence, you will find your way

Look for the light in the darkest night

It may be almost undetectable,

Look for it anyway...

The light will lead you home

And if you happen upon a passerby

That seems to know the lay of the land...

It never hurts to ask for directions.

c. sharshel 5/30/2014