Back story: It’s a funny thing how in recovery once the dormant parts of my brain started to heal, parts of my heart began to stir. A sponsor or Silas (I can’t recall who) advised me about 3 years ago to “get out of my own analytical brain a bit” and start to explore my right (creative) side of my brain. Poetry started to bubble up and this is one of the byproducts of my recovery that I just do for myself.
“That angels are with us is very sure, and no one should ever have doubted it,” and “Let Your holy angel be with me, that the evil foe may have no power over me,” Martin Luther states matter-of-factly that angels are near and with us and listen. (Luther’s Morning Prayer) “The room” references what many in Recovering call their meeting – in strictest confidence seeking community and understanding and lasting change
Shared Secrets – Angels Listening
By L Bailey
I could feel your hidden places
In the room I felt affinity, aligning with your inner pain
You dropped your self-protective shield for a sacred moment
Decades of stories-being-told poured into my lap
Feeling victory, pain, agony
Your body’s muscles holding your past protecting you so long
A cry came from you to speak
With angels present
I could feel the melting of walls in your body
You flowed into a new safe space
It was my eyes that were awakened, listening
Watching the shifts in your head and shoulders
It wasn’t dandruff being shed
But the stuff hidden from others
For protection
For safety
For shame
For deception of self and others
Then the opening presented itself
We were Present, Witnesses
No grandiosity
No bold pronouncements
That place became a “Listening”
Finally came “Understanding”
In its good time, “Healing”
When angels listened in the room
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