They Come Together

After the fall, the trauma, the wound, there is an opening, a chance for healing to begin. There in the quiet, the only sounds you hear are the echos in your mind, and you can choose to get up or stay there broken on the ground. If you decide to rise, you will begin the long, hard road toward giving. You reach for the touch of others who might understand. Some, not all, will hear you. A few will join you, will help you build what needs to be built. There will come a day so beautiful it will rend the borders of you and you will blaze with light. The work begins and you take what you need from the strength of your brothers and sisters who come together attuned to the sound of your yes.