Our Healing Gift

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. ― Brennan Manning

Dark, Enclouded Murk

I slip into the murk of tumbled, troubled minds Encased within the womb of Darkness’ chilling hands My eyes are hazed, enclouded by confusing fogs My arms lie limp along my frozen frame Dirtied, blackened snow impedes my quaking legs Mischieved, unseen phalanges play my heart - arrhythmic tunes Filtered thoughts assault my inner sight, …