(To break the captivating spell of a melancholy mood, sometimes all one needs to do is play!)
Sadness presses hard against my back.
A dark cloud.
A familiar
shroud.
Life’s big questions going unanswered.
I stop, stare, see nothing but darkness ahead
peering from the crevices of the unknown.
Nearby shadows mock my mood
whispering and beckoning me forward to more of the same.
As I move ahead, pulled to darkness, a reflection on the wall stops me in my tracks.
The source of light?
Angels wings.
They sing
their choral splendor of faith, their voices familiar and safe.
A feeling of grace washes over me.
The cloak becomes weightless, floating away, carried by the beauty of the natural world.
No longer seeing doom in the
darkness,
I move forward planting firm foot to ground and step
willingly into my life.
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