The Secret Society Of Oaks - Comfort

When my heart is heavy and my mind is muddled,
When my body senses fear and anxiety,
And I grapple to gather every energy to redirect my path
And guide those whose destiny is affected by my decisions,
There is a certain level of comfort I derive from drawing certain lines and squiggles
in the quiet of dawn....
Of concepts like love, strength, rebirth and hope,
...of faith, peace, beauty, tenderness and caring,
....of patience and perseverance,
....of grace, kindness, forgiveness and second chances.
I send a plea to my angels and listen to their hushed pronouncements
The intensity of the silence pierces my ears.
I hear myself so loudly I have to muffle the sound.
I feel every nerve endings of my skin,
And I open myself, but first I question,
Why did you forsake the one I love, yesterday?
I hear no answer.
Someone lifts my head so I can see,
I reach out for the warmth of another soul
And I lay my head on his chest and cry.
I have done this before and once again
I hear this: “everything is going to be alright”
And I have never believed anything else to be truer than that.