Aware of the torching tsunamic trials and tribulations
of the night before,
My three best friends, in their glorious circle of oneness,
met with me this morning:-
In the beautiful brightness of the morning’s rising sunlight,
they came to my rescue.
In silent healing grace—in their onement—they assured me
paining-trouble is timed;
In their oneness of being, it was revealed unto me that hurting
anguish doesn’t last forever:-
And that despite the seemingly deathly painful state of my being,
loving healing is on the way—
genuflecting—I looked out into the day—thanking my 3 best friends:
the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:-