I stand but I am not afraid
Because there under the door
Is a glint of light
The shadows which
once were
Are no longer
there
As the door flies
open
And the lightness
shines in
The whispering
words
Are not that of
hate
They are cries of
love
Being spoken
like a prayer
The suffering
blackness
Is no longer there
Instead, I stand
In a sea of calm
I take a step back
And I begin to
fall
But instead of
hitting the ground
I fall into the arms
of love
My eyes are open
And I truly see
The person I
am
Chosen and Beloved
Jo Anne Kennedy
December 2022
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