The loving arms of the angels

Can I forgive myself my errors

My emotional blind spots

My panicked reactions

My myriad fears?

Where is my place of solid ground

Inside my body

And inside life?

Where exactly do I forsake reality

For illusions and ideals?

So often these days

I falter upon the precipice

In a world where nothing feels solid

Where no one trusts anybody

Where like minded people cleave at times

Together in ignorance

And then in my desperate moments

I turn towards the wisdom elders

And feel the fresh air

Of their grounded understanding

Uplifting me

And from that space

I surrender fear

To abandon my self

To a flowing world of sensation

As I remember

To touch the earth

To breathe the air

To delight in the free flight of

A powerful bird

And to release my despair

Into the loving arms

Of the angels