You cannot know what awaits you
until you surrender and enter the darkness.
It may be that the sun shines there,
that the grass is green,
that your family awaits you
as they have been waiting,
for years upon years
of a length your sleeping self cannot imagine.
It is in the surrender
and in the turning to meet the darkness
that freedom lies.
For we are dead already,
only vague memories
in times we cannot imagine,
shadows in dusty books
moldering on distant shelves,
touched by hands
that cannot know
the fullness of our lives.
There is no place so dark
that the one who loves thee
and who has been set here to help thee
has not already been
and prepared thy place. |
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