Imposters by fate but still
Miracles at birth.
Holed up in falsities
Missing the point.
Unsettled souls reap only what
They sow, no gifts are given or received.
No promises kept, no dreams fulfilled.
Maybe next time, but next time never comes.
It is the same ending, over and over and over.
A sadness steeped in familiarity,
Seduction for its own sake
The only prize.
It is a shallow, stagnate prize
But the only reward there is.
It is time to break this spell of soullessness and
Open to the pain of your deluded being.
Absorb it, take it in and by doing so defuse
Its dark energy.
Deny its claim on you,
Step away from its hold and
Watch, watch as it shrinks
Watch it be consumed by the light,
And dissolved in the liquid love of the Son.
Watch it be taken from you
To hurt you no more.
Awaken and feel the light and goodness
Of who God made you to be.
It is there, already in you, see it for yourself
And when you do…
There will be darkness no more.