Dark Nights

I wrote the poem below for a friend going through a difficult time.  I'm sharing it because I think it might have a more universal appeal...I know writing it comforted me.

It is not unusual for SpiritSpeak poems to utilize the term "we," as in this poem.  People ask who is "we?"  I don't have a ready answer other than the aspect of me that most identifies with Love thinks of herself as plural, rather than singular.  The closest image, and it is flawed, is of a team of guardian angels.  That's the best description I have at the moment.

If you are experiencing a dark period, assume this poem was written for you, with love.

As you sink into darkness and vision dims

While fear whispers with all its allure,

When tomorrow is more dreaded than today, and

Connections seem faded and illusory,

Can anything be gained, or regained?

While you sleep, we perch at the end of the bed

Watching you breathe,

Remembering, for you, your innocence.

Innocence is a terrifying thing to forget, or doubt.

To embark on a journey of self-evaluation

Without our guidance leads, inevitably, to the darkest of nights.

Your vision is so very different than ours,

With just enough overlapping truth to appear real, trustworthy.

Do you not know that we see and have always seen

Your weaknesses, your selfishness, your internal struggles,

Your expectations and demands?

Did you think all these years that you pursued us, and we you,

We were blind to your blindness? 

Precious child, perfection is your aim, not ours.

Perfection is your expectation, not ours.

There is no one within the realm of our care

That we honor more for her intention, her integrity, her effort.

We accept at this time, during this night,  that you mistrust us,

Doubt us, perhaps even disdain us.  We get it.

While you loosen your grasp on us, we hold fast to you,

Trusting you, loving you, knowing you, our friend.

We called to you so long ago, and you jumped with joy.

We will never forget.