The Way Back

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name

It's always there. In our beautiful and mysterious hearts and minds, there is a protective aura, one that is gifted by God.

We need it. It's a force-field, woven in the the naiveté and belief that humanity is good, kind, and noble.

With it, many of us can pass through the time-streams of our lives in contentment and hope, blissfully ignorant to the things in the world that can hurt us.

Things that lurk in the deep water. From pain that hides in the shadows of the everyday world. It averts our eyes from things we shouldn't see. From visions that we are not ready to accept. It muffles words and truths that could harm us, that could reach us, if we get too close.

There are times when we see things that we shouldn't. Times of despair, loss, failure, betrayal. Of mortality. Hopelessness. The very same place that our God-magic tried so hard to hide from us.

And we become so, so lost.

Lost in a place where the light is too bright and the dark is an inky well of black. A place where hearts are broken. In an upside-down, opposite-day world that smothers the self-goodness of our souls. And those who have the most tender souls, the kindest hearts - they are the most vulnerable.

Through the darkness and confusion, we try, blindly, to retrace our path; stumbling on our own sadness, pain, self-doubt, and regret.

We're out there. Crying. Calling. Trying to find our way back.

Back to how our souls used to feel. We long for our lost connections. Familiarity. We want to dream again. Feel the honesty of tender kisses. To float.

We want to hold a warm, never-let-go hand that connects us to the greater elements of the universe. The simplest and most profound of all God-connections.



Will someone show us the way back?

No, but I think I've found the path.

It's a yellow-bricked road of kindness, sweetness, acceptance and truth. When those things find their way back into your soul, you become a bright light in that inky darkness.

You don't need to cry.

Because even though you don't know it, you're shining, calling. Not crying anymore.

And the universe is watching and listening.

And it's there to bring you home.