The Hole

A hole can be deep, dark, empty, terrifying, isolating, and with no way of escape.

Circumstances can plunge one into this pit,

Visiting angels offer peace, hope, love and life to endure

Until one day courage breaks through,

Desire follows.

The climb ensues.

Endless, tiring, messy, exhausting, daily

Days turn to weeks, weeks to months, months to years,

Voices of companions too many to hear.

The darkness and uncertainty pushes like gravity.

One day at a time…..one moment at a time….

Laser light whets the appetite for more,

More of what?

Safety? The surface? Silence of voices?

In the darkness resides color, something wild, a force, fragrant, alive, hidden.

The “more” is birthing,

Excitement in the hole,

Newness,

Companions are seeing, knowing, listening, trusting, loving…

The hole has become a place of expectancy.