Oh clouded soul, storm
and let the shame be poured from you. Crack and thunder and empty yourself of that dead water. Dead water, dead weight, the curse you accept because it is self-indulgent. All too tempting to take up shame, and self-pity and bitterness - shame's unfriendly entourage. But the dead water never can satisfy. It will bloat you and leave you dry, swollen with lies and chains and hate. So storm, clouded soul, and be rid of it. Let the spirited winds and the pressure of absolute grace crush you until you are clear and free. The lightning will burn, but it is needed. Only light can purify. You must give up your shadows, and cease collecting dead thoughts. Storm, let the dead water fall, and do not take it up again. Instead, seek living water to fill you. Oh freed soul, seek to be one with the wind, the breath, that draws you into the piercing radiant light. Comments are closed.
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