Mary, I sat and cried last night through your post. And smiled this morning when you hit our hormonal guest with angels. Through the night and the morning this arose... it's rough and I will not battle with idiots for the thread. But it arose from you... it may recycle and be born again at some other date, as do all the things that force us beyond ourselves. But for now...

When there is no choice but to give
Until humanity has been stripped
And the soul stands on the void
Echoing in the winds of the demonic and the devine

And again need calls and the winds blow
An again I answer the unknown
Pelting the rain, echoing pain
The still of the night may recall the devine
Or the winds only echo the void

Blessings on those who rode the wings
Blessings on those who fell
Blessings on all who stand the edge
Blessings ride the winds whisper,hear,tell