They
say that life comes out of death
And
new terms out of our battles won
But
sunk too completely deep in dread
The
heart doesn’t see it for a good long while:
What
if your home were swallowed up
In
another’s spirit that was not as your own
And
every visible corner in it ---
Swamped
and stolen from you --- inside ---
Oh,
the pain is great where opposing spirits meet!
And
the battle is not over when the visitor leaves:
He
leaves his brush behind him
Ceaselessly
painting himself over every holy surface.
Wherever
you look you see it, and you grieve
Grieving
deeply that you cannot reach him
Tears
are your only solace
He
cannot understand or hear you --- he is deaf
And
you are, too, if you will not forgive.
But
it is all too much, too much, too much ---
More
than you can bear --- too much, too much!
Then
a fall: a letting go --- and a miracle, plain and true!
But
how could you tell anyone --- they would only laugh!
Glistening
golden globes of light --- braving --- floating
Buoyant,
beautiful --- big bubbles of lovely golden light!
Bouncing
gently, here and there --- touching: healing
Meeting:
clearing --- cleansing life --- throughout your house!
And
in help such as this --- you cling to it! --- And climb out!
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