That place, that empty space
Where the darkness grows deep and drear
Movement is slow, with nowhere to go
But initiative is too low to get you out of ...here
If you could know "here" by finding "near"
A location could guide you to a ....figment of the imagination
This mind, this incredible, stupid, mind, that keeps me blind
From daring to move toward productive investigation
Wait! I've been here before...there's a hidden door
I just have to think my way straight past all the delusional gates
How is that possible, fighting illness in the midst of this stillness
And circumstances rising up like a fortress all around
It has to do will feeling and what kind of hope I'm reeling
In the dark hour of sensing I am bound....
AH! Yes! I am found
LOVE is my reminder, my darkest abyss finder
That transition births a baby through a narrow ring
And that the pressure without measure
Is necessary to deliver process, through the mess, that created the thing
...in the first place
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-24-2019
Note: Anytime we, as faith walkers, are about to be transitioned into new territory, all of the sensing world will build pressure around us, so that at the exact moment when all light seems to be shielded from us, we BURST forth into a new experience. The process is difficult, and will cost the believer everything!
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