Her unutterable presence cradled my soul,
My heart nestled, pressed against her bosom.

Her every beat and pulsation was of love and compassion.

Though suffused and imbued by her luminescence and radiance,
I knew this was only the prelude.

She gestured for me to join her on a journey.
In a flash we were at the bedside of a mother
Grieving the sudden death of her young son. “Why, God? Why?
He was only four – his life not yet begun.”
She screamed in agony, heart bleeding, quelling profanity.

The angelic one originated a dirge; the elegy was not for my discernment.
The angel seemed to hug the mother’s lamentation,
Saturating each wound and trauma with compassion.

Our journey was long and arduous from an execution, to a suicide,
To a starving child, to those immersed in depression.

Before our journey ended, I asked,
“Why don’t we always reap what we sow and sow what we reap?
And why has the divine universe turned its face on so many?”

She cradled my soul and whispered, “Look within.”