My Old Friend

As I ran I felt the ground shake, my heart pounding as each breath exited my body. I fell, crawled, dragged myself to you, knowing if I could see your outreached arms, peace would exist.

The drops began to fall upon my face as the darkness was interrupted with each streak of light. I fell once more, in pain this time, and felt numb inside as the hardness of a soul slammed into my wrist.

I could not stay there, pretending to be a part of it all, sleep soundly on the breast of our Mother. I would not rest, my body nor soul, until I crossed over and smelled the scent of your love drawing me to peace.

So I rose and walked, limped in pain, knowing soon you would be standing proudly before me, pointing my way. I crossed over and felt relief for within moments I could touch your flesh and the fear would cease.

Then suddenly, a shadow in the dark, standing before me, the God I desired in each waking thought. Your arm pointing to safety, before the tomb of darkness that I shall enter this night.

I touch you, thank you, hold you, as if my life were over had I not been able to find you. I crawl into my tomb, shaking, wet, SAFE….I sleep until morning light….

I awake to…

thank you dear friend