fear breath is short

the earth is here
the earth is here
remember it is here and it caught you

fear breath is short
fierce breath is deep and sharp
the breath that whimpers out
is the breath that tugs the heart

for the empty of faith
the empty of breath
what hope is there

when the soul is cracked
all is cracked

"fill it in," the fear commands
"cracks let out the light"

Rasing Sun

Now is a sensitive time. A Brother of mine has been called up to higher duty. My personal contact with him was limited but I know his work and it was good. The summon was sudden. No time to pack. The assignment keeps him from coming our way again.

I have not lost hope. I do not ask you to stop your petitions.

The grater miracle than his return would be our letting go and allowing the Light and Love he represents live vivid in our own selves. There will never be another Sunday we live through without knowing it's not a thing or a measure of time but a person who dances in the light of new rising.

Why cling to a body? In letting go the spirit can rise if we let it. My hope is in seeing him again in the fullness of the final healing. That will be the most glorious dance of all. I'm impatient for it.