Hitting Bottom,

Midwifing

The self is a sneak  through a narrow gate.

Ignore the skull and cross bones

And enter the place where you’ve got no answers

You have no way to make things better,

You have come to an end.

You see that your mind is insane.

And this is the good news,

For now you might reach out and ask for a miracle

Not one that you make but one you finally know to ask for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trust me,

Your  first moment of connection to the sustaining love, to faith

That you do not control.

Then the request for the miracle that you do not create