The light bearer

The light bearer must so often travel on alone

Even through the darkest and most lonely of nights

She is the one who glimpses in that place

Not only a prison of suffering

Dead embers of a fire of frustrated passion that died out from wanting

But also a place of rebirthing that brings

Life out of deadness

When the abandoned one

Found in that space

Is finally known

Loved

Cherished

Reclaimed

Reignited

 

The light bearer must carry her lamp

And use it to illuminate the way forward

For others

She must remind those souls whose suffering is deep

That they are not crazy or stupid or mad

But merely awakening to deeper truths

At one of the darkest times in recent history

And that their suffering is not in vain

 

The light bearer’s heart will ache

On this earthly journey

When such darkness is known

Especially on those difficult nights

When her body aches to be loved and ravished

By a soul who is also awake

And recognises in her crisis not danger but opporutuity

 

For if the light bearer is the one who

Both survived and responded to crisis

Then she is the one that can say this is my truth

My vision

My knowing

Born of harsh experience

Something that in teaching me wisdom

Means wisdom

Can never again

Be stolen from me

And this wisdom is what lights

The lamp

That illuminates

Our way home