Moving between the extremes

Softness, tenderness calls like a siren toward the rocks

Fierce anger rises with power cutting through the vulnerability

Neither place is true

Both snapshots of experience taken out of time

The truth lies in the tension of love and hate, sweetness and rage

He said “There are cracks in everything but that’s how the light get in”

I begin to see

Though perhaps only dimly, through the haze

The hallelujah erupts from a well too deep for words

The holy scar is opened between the sacred and the profane

Glorious it rises transporting the soul back to the Maker

That sweet, powerful, fierce place where once I dwelt

And will return to somehow

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Hallelujah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Soft                                                         Callous

. . . . . . Sweetness . . . . . . . . . . Passion . . . . . . . .