The Pit
Post #20, last in a series examining the concept called Understanding
It was so easy to slide, to tumble
To find myself in the depths of despair
At the bottom of the Pit
And when I realized how far I had fallen,
How fast it had happened, how hard I had hit
I felt something new, something uncomfortable
Not the fear of falling
It was too late for that
Wasn’t that fear supposed to keep me safely from the edge?
No, the new feeling was borne from crossing a line
Beyond which there’s no turning back
And where whispers a threat of freedom
All I knew was to call upon You
Because no earthly attachment
Could quench my panic
And all I could ask for
All that really mattered anymore
Was understanding
Then slowly I felt
I was destined to fall
So at last I would notice the Light.
A gentle Light of warmth and Love
A spirit in me I could not see
When consumed by the darkness of Fear.
A Spirit of blues and of red-hot passions
Its complexion, its hues, fueling my mission
To let go of fear, to see, feel and hear
To lift myself nearer to fullness.
And I wonder
Would I have found such direction
Had I never fallen
Into that Pit?
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Tags: Destiny, Recovery, Understanding
Understanding | Stan Kaczmarek | 31 March 2010 |
