Do you know hell?

Hell. Funny word. It is a concealed place;

Only, it isn’t a place–it has no where.

Hell is a how.

How withheld the light. How the ghosts possess.

How living has not Life within it.

Flames? There may be…but they cast dark upon

darkness, and a way beyond seems

to have no way at all…

Until, a laugh. I mean, like the kind that jiggles your belly cells.

Or whispered breeze wafts rose your way,

or homemade bread greets you as you walk in the door..

Once in a while–and a while in hell is certainly interminable–

the lid gets cracked. Gasp! The light! Air!

…holy hell, how did I come to you (or, you to me?)…

Keep following the holy, wondering,

wondering,

robe yourself in the wondering:

She’ll guide you through the non-place

back to you,

and Life,

richer for the knowing, with a precious crumb more

for the offering…