Cloaked in the mantle of despair, I listen for the voice of my spirit inside the silence of sound, struck down by the events of sudden depression, seemingly gasping the last breath of sorrowful loss.
The perception of the depth of grief slowly burned my life to ashes, leaving the passion for life and love dying at the bottom of my despair. Yet the love that would not let me go, echoed in the smallest glimmer of hope, words of everlasting truth by Job, "Thou He slay me, yet will I trust in Him."
I've lost many things in life, but love never dies, it has a life of its own, and without it I surely would have died a thousand deaths. Well, I nearly did at one time. The measure of loss drowned me in a sea of tears, so common to mankind in this broken world, yet when confronted with an enemy of that magnitude face to face, I was thrown into the abyss of darkest night.
I know not when or how I was given the kiss of life one day, returning me to the light of life and love. There and then I was taught to live one minute, one hour, one day at a time, restoring my voice to sing one note at a time until a song took wings cloaking me in a mantle of joy, known only to those who have found their way back home to life, love and self.
I dedicate this experience to a friend who showed me the way........thank you.......my dearest traveling companion <3