(A)lonely Together

When i can't even

lift my eyes up

to the scuttled hole 

in the Sacred Ground

(let alone to the 

Hills or Heavens above)

where does my Help 

or Hope come from?

Maybe simply knowing that 

other bedraggled Beloved Ones

are out there Somewhere

(like that fledgling Family

traveling through treacherous times

on an arduous journey

deeper into the Night

following a curious flurry

of Stars and Signs

amidst increasingly furious Sighs

for birthing new Suns)

breathing the same Air

chewing the same cud

stewing on insane crud

undoing all that's been

screwing with their senses

of what's most Real

and unearthing all that

fear has been stowing

away within that hole

in the Sacred Ground

and allowing the Truth

buried beneath it all

to burrow Its long

forgotten Right of Way

(through mooing and moaning

and bleating and groaning

and breathing and pushing)

out into the begotten

Light of Day emerging

and showing All that 

is still Glowingly Growing

(through Clouds of Unknowing)

in a redemptive Reveal

of all Radiance concealed

and whispering Winds that

are still Blessedly Blowing

in a Way where

all of Us wayward

Souls see our tears

and sweat and strains

and worries and pains

somehow evaporate and cumulate

into a showering Rain

and converge and congeal

into a River Flowing

in Mysterious Motion into

an Ocean of Love

that extends and transcends

all Hills and Heavens

and Fables and Stables

that embraces all despair

in that empowering Hope

that calms trembling palms

and comforts traumatized Hearts

so heavily weighed down 

in weariness and worriedness

that we can't even

lift our eyes up

and reminds Us that 

loneliness can trap us 

in a deceptive phoniness

that blinds Us to

the receptive Kindness that

lowers our defenses and

opens our wounded Spirits

and heals our hardened

Hearts and restores our 

Vision to clearly see

(beyond all virtual reality)

for all the ways

we may feel like

we are confined in

a dungeon called 'Me'

we are intertwined in 

a Communion called 'We'...

Let It Truly Be.

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