good woman in (shooting/ erratic) pain

My dearest one I see you in this pain,

chaotic - doesn't follow any rules.

Without the bigger story we might name

as King, this Chaos; we his subjects, fools.

And when I see you put all else aside

in order to maintain your very soul,

I see a sea of chaos open wide

it's monster mouth to swallow you up whole.

And monsters I must face then just as well,

for somehow we are bound within this vale,

a valley between waves in wat'ry hell,

or else a womb - within it's wat'ry pale.

And when this chaos monster claims it's prey,

the light within their eyes goes right on out.

The Boogey Man says he likes it that way,

for light dispels the darkness without doubt.

Appearances are just the surface stuff,

they have some place within reality.

Reality is deeper and more tough,

for it can be both heard, and touched (and seen)!

But when those yappy dogs mauled dear ol' Mum,

or Jesus on the cross "misunderstood" -

apparently a failure that he'd come

to teach and show of God - "That he is good(!)"

I see that we are now in for a ride.

We're going deeper, learning to love true.

To learn to love & openly, not hide-

ing bits, returning Eden to us too.

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