I awake on the couch in my bedroom, the sliding door still open from the evening before, the chill air of an April morning blowing.
The rising sun is butterscotch soft as it pushes away the night and stars, and rouses the songbirds to sing, and the chill to fall back into the ground.
I wonder how many sweet and peaceful moments are left like this for me, as I know now there safe place or sacred sanctuary in this world, that evil entwines everything and everyone.
The Devil can strike you down anywhere.
I watch the sun rise until the brightness of the morning hurts my eyes. A brand new day is supposed to be hopeful. I hope to once again outrace The Devil and all the things I fear.
In my dreams last night, Archangel Gabriel told me sacred words and holy magic, that would lead me out of Gehenna and back to Eden. I have forgotten it all, now that I am awake.
I am in love with a woman. I am in love with the world. I am trying to hold on as the war comes home, and God seems indifferent to the sharpened point that has been carved on the bottom of the cross.
I dream of Eden, as I fear this Gehenna is eternal.
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