Grieving

That hole in your solar plexus can be filled with the white light of angels but it must be topped up all the time. When you built up walls and didn't want to get involved in something that turned out to be quite wonderful... the walls were a dam that was strong and kept you safe from the floodwater of pain and hurt. Little bits at a time, erosion took place and little tiny holes appeared... first they let in alot of illumination. Mere pin pricks of light turned into glowing rays of beautiful comfort and you felt you were really going home, getting there, you'd found it at last. You had been waiting a lifetime and the light became stronger and brighter and happiness filled your heart. Then someone decided to put a wedge in the tiny holes, one at a time, getting exactly what they wanted by using another's fears against them. The rays of illumination were so far up high... they were coming from the top of the dam, where it was safe. But then the wedges got driven more strongly and someone sought out deeper cracks and crevices and all but shattered their way through. And an innocent stood alongside with no way or means to help. As scared of the hammer as you are. Within a short time, all that water floods the plain, it is a violent gushing forth experienced as pain and where once stood something so grand, lies ruins. Such is the power of the forgiven. The forgiven who has no scruples. The hole in your solar plexus can be filled with the white light of angels.... and soon the flow of light is automatic... however the pain has to be gone through so the healing can begin and the hole that moved to your heart can be overgrown with scar tissue and hardened once more.