Universe: A Call to Arms and Hearts and Bellies and Brows

Staying in relationships that are unsatisfactory and
choosing disappointment as a response
is not creating what I seek.
It's a downward
spiral.

Hear me-
I am choosing to end
manipulative relationships.
I am now giving and receiving love
that respects myself and reverences the highest potential of God's Love in Light.

Wiping the brow of the holy Mother as She labors giving birth to the Light, I bury all sins of the past. Deep in the coals of the ash fire of last evening's prayers, there is a sign. It points the way home. It warms the breakfast meal now, nourishing and sustaining life. This love of this life is a rapture, a holy thing that grips my chest like a vine. That torrents forth, a genuine bursting thing. Though I fear it will drown me, I confess I will no longer run from THAT. Rather will I tend it gently, keeping the firelight steady and strong, stirring constantly even as I rub my sleep-filled eyes. Even as I stroke the head of the babe. Even as I bathe and anoint. Even upon the toilet. Even at the place I would call work. Even in the bedroom. Even eating peaches, dripping fuzzy juice between the fingers, licking or sucking. It is a privilege to behold. Even barefooted, not surefooted on the spiny and gravelled road. It is an honor still. Listen well. Witness my testimony on this thirtieth day of the month known as September in the year two thousand and eight, as dawn breaks, a pale light slipping into the tiny window above my bed, a morning of fullness lies ahead. A life to live. Awake!