...and so it seems I have been stripped of
everything I thought was real.
Wrapped only in a pure robe of intense light,
my perfect naked form is illuminant.
Gone is embarrassment, flaws and imperfections,
being discontent. An indescribable joy and
absolute love is all I am capable of feeling.
The word "beautiful" is too anemic.
I am torn from this dream and thrown back
to the here and now. In the bed of pain and
and aggravation that I have made for myself.
I turn my head and watch my young children
sleeping next to me, their sweet faith and innocence
exposed in their quiet slumber. Even if the rest of
my life is filled with strife and grief, it is alright -
I have tasted heaven.
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