Shivering, I crept into the darkness
of my body, pulled my skin close
around me. What possessed me to
volunteer in this terrifying place?
But there, in the temple, a candle
burned, tiny, steady, undefeated.
As I watched, its light a faint glow,
I remembered I am home already.
Yellow spread outward, up the walls
and I blinked in its brightness
like some blind cave creature.
Our battles, all of them,
were won before time began,
but the drama, the stage props
of this prison are very convincing.
They even shut out my sense
of Your presence sometimes
when the moon is dark.
Gradually, as light flooded my limbs,
my breath began to slow, to unwind
the spider-webs entangling my brain,
to melt the ice in my veins. I felt You
bulking beside my back before the mouth
of the cave, like a deeply anchored volcano,
or a huge cat rumbling warning.
Webs of illusion are falling away,
light is filtering through every crack;
it beckons me, shedding its brilliance,
deeper into the cave where the prisoners
are trapped. Their eyes glitter in the dark,
evidence that they, too, have fire within.
As I approach, our radiance melds and leaps
high on the cave walls, burning the strong,
sticky webs of lies from their legs, their arms.
This furnace of compassion is leveling the mountain
while we continue to march deeper. Your joy
is like an earthquake shredding the graphene gates.
All of us are singing, coming together, up from the cave,
coming to You, coming to life.
Yes, Eva Marie, you got it. Although all of us who are aware of the light can be “missionaries.”
Very Spiritual! Reminded me of missionary work. Amd how hard that can be to bring people into the light! We are all in dark caves without his Glory and light. Not sure if I got the right meaning behind this poem but it took me on a journey with you!