Faith Healing

     There is nourishment from the chalice, a new beginning, a promise to open the doors to my heart.
     "Drink this in remembrance of me." The voice whispers in my head as I supplicate on my knees. January waxes to February, March. The voice whispers on, "Focus, see the handprint in the wall of memories. Push through, let in a chink of light, of hope, of belief. Bring down the protective armour from about you. Do not be afraid, the pain will pass. Know that you have it to do now, it is in front of you, a foe to be defeated, but it will not always be so. Conquer your fears, break down the walls. They are not nearly so solid and terrifying as they appear.  Know when this is done you open the way for new possibilities. You will be unhobbled, unbound, no longer yoked to those weighty irrationalities. Let the light of serenity fill up the gaps. See your memories for what they are: the past, stripped down to truth and bone, and let them lay as skeletons of the past, not guardians of the future, blood full of rust and iron. They will decay, and from there decomposition you will grow again in love and trust as I watch from above."