Mission

Walked towards the death while God was sleeping,
Utterly disillusioned and impotent,
With dragging feet and thumping heart,
Crying in pain in hope for vision.

Oh! The great joy of separation,
To seek a new home leaving everything behind,
Receptive to the calls and beauty of tenebrous angels,
Onto a nouvelle mission.

It's not death says the awakened God,
A walk towards a newer life,
Re-igniting the primal needs,
With the heart now only open to compassion.