arms wide open...

she sits
with
arms tightly
crossed
over her
chest

just trying to hold
herself
together...

to contain the
feelings of
anxiety and uncertainty
that fill her
breast and
make her wonder if
she will
dissemble
right
before
your
eyes

"Is she angy?"
she hears them whisper
and the crack
in her heart opens
up
just a bit more...

"please see me...
please understand
me for who I am..."
she silently
whispers into the
ether.

And the space widens...
a chasm of
heartache...

it
"swells creation's lay"

until suddenly something
breaks through from
within

the spidering fissures
travel around her...
a conspiratoral network of
small
veins through which
light begins to
break through
like the birth
of
creation...

"let there be light
and there
was light..."

and she drops her
arms,
and from the
chasm in
her chest
a mighty something
like the wings of
a great white
dove
begins to
flutter into being.

bursting from her
heart
bathed in
purity,
love, and
innocence...it is
who she is,
who she has always been,
who she will eternally be....

radiating from her
core is
"a love that will
all wrong outweigh..."

with arms flung
wide open
she lets this
love pour from
her
like a river of
light...flowing,
radiating,
washing,
streaming,
coursing,
carrying,
lifting
her
"ayont
hate's
thrall"

where
crossed arms
become wings
under which
her fledgling
self
is safe,
and
Love broods
over
her
heart's
desires...

she is wholly
conscious,
she is
holy
light...

* this poem contains references to poems by Mary Baker Eddy, "Love", and "Mother's Evening Prayer", and "Satisfied"...as well as, Hymn 163, from the Christian Science Hymnal, by Mary Livemore.