Grace Elena Woods
And so, the demon arises…
The light casting shadows
Everywhere.
My bruised and healing heart,
So wary.
Ah demon, my old friend,
I knew you would come again.
Sitting on my shoulder, whispering all your warnings,
Speaking all your doubts,
Shouting!
ALL the pain of humanity reflected right here in this one child’s
Whimper.
Get me out of here!
I don’t want you here anymore.
I don’t need you anymore.
There is no longer enough room in my dreams for you.
Not enough air to breathe.
Not enough for my wings to unfurl.
O blessed service,
Called by me in my hour of need,
Has come to an end.
I fall to my knees,
Grateful for your protection.
In this familiar desert,
My soul watches a seed quiver
within a sacred promise.
The song upon my heart
watches the clouds sail by.
Grace Elena Woods is Gramma to two lovely grandsons who call her Oma. She is living the dream, healing families.