Easter 2016

Cathy AJ Hardy posted on

Recently my sister found a poem I’d written a few years ago.  I cried as I read it…and remembered.

So, on this Easter morning, I’d like to share it with you.

40 Days

When you have spent 40 days in the desert

And wondered if you are losing your mind

And perhaps in some moments you did

Rational thought seemed far away

A distant memory

Survival

Desperation

Longing

Loneliness beyond understanding

Bone ripping pain

 

No facilities for care

It is wild

It is a wild journey

Of the soul

You quake from the cellular level

A death occurs

Of yourself

And you surrender to this death

A profound letting go

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Photography by Catherine Beerdo-Basso

Of all you know

Of safety

Security

Known sign posts

All gone

Gone

Left barren

Disoriented

 

And

Then…

Dead

Dead in the dry wild

Air

Of the desert

Night

Silence

Stillness

Then…

To your crazed mind

You find that your heart

Is still beating

Or has returned to beating?

Where does death end

And living begin?

The lines are blurred

And so with mud caked skin

Wild hair

Torn nails

Bleeding palms

Crawling in the sand

You land

In a new place

 

And the sound of singing

The sound of cheers

Are baffling

Have they been with me all along?

I thought I was alone

But they were there

Calling to me

To carry on

Keep walking

Crawling

Being

And the song

Begins to fill me

Cell by cell

Until

All are vibrating

And transforming

From the centre

Outwards

 

I’m alive

I’m alive

I’m alive

© 2008 Cathy AJ Hardy

 

 



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