Dark & lovely: how easily we can be killed

Like a butterfly in a clenched fist, how easily we can be killed. In this vast injustice, in this endless dark pathway, not a hand, not an embrace, not a stone, not a stronghold. There is no refuge but my song, no companion but my heart. Where are you, O light of love? Lift me out of the shadows. Like a butterfly in a clenched fist, how easily we can be killed‌ . . .