Sometimes the contrast of life and death

Evil and good

Defies imagining

burrows deeply

Becomes a primary pain predicament

A chronic illness of despair

I have seen and been

to the trapped and nullified stasis chamber

life becomes

anger turned inward and trapped

paralyzed

Yet this I recollect

and reel back to mind

God’s healing is hard wired into us

at the sub-cellular level

at the speed faster than thought

the speed of feeling

we are healed

forgiven

set free

to create beauty again

and

weep

for the nullified

trapped

world we are become

free to reel some hope into every closed

and bitter room we stagger through

that healing

invisible as the air we breathe

though we reject and decimate her

possibilities

has already called us home