A voice from within the sacred emergence, the chrysalis speaks:
Dismembered life death
Swirling
No semblance of old or new
Darkness, thick grief presses into me
Lifeless
Surrendered to the hand of God
The Divine Surgeon
at work in my Soul
No movement
Quiet, Still
Eerie
Something is happening
Nothing is happening
The stillness, the deadness
No life rising up
I can only be here
Barely here
Being here
My eyes can’t see
My mind can’t trust
Old maps gone
Architectures of past tumbled to dust
Caricatures of my former self
Seeking the golden thread of new life
Will I die here?
Or will the Spirit of God
Breathe new life into me?
Will I remain here
Beyond the beyond?