Everyday Angel

This is what it's like...
falling...
no scrape of fingernails,
no search for purchase.
A soundless void,
empty and vast.
Lined with mirrors,
nothing but blank stares
absent of care,
looking back at you.
Hollow...
Empty...

A self-centered mind
falling all over itself
to deepen its narcisstic pain.

Before,
there were no answers,
no solutions,
no recipe for relief.
Bottles of beer,
slugs of liquor,
puffs of smoke,
lines of coke.

And still the bleakness...
Still the creeping horror...
Still the maddening loneliness.
Like a maniacal doctor,
attempting to treat himself.
Destructive prescriptions
only leading to more madness...
more hopelessness...
more feverish fits.
In church basements after dark
he finds the remedy.
In parking lots unknown wisdom.
Sufferers united...
released from their darkened dens.
Someone else always has it worse,
Always.

And there is that Power,
that cannot be seen,
that cannot be heard,
that cannot be smelled,
that cannot be touched,
that cannot be tasted...
Because it is everything.

That Power is a Love that knows
no limitation,
no boundaries,
no FEAR.
"Ask, and it will be given to you;
Seek, and you will find;
Knock, and it will be opened to you."

You are an everyday angel.

January 13, 2008