dark clouds, blue sky

Right now several people I know fight with depressions, burn-out or both. This dark shadows run in my family as well as in my church and among other acquaintances. In most cases I wouldn't have suspected the people to be likely candidates for it. And this although it's a process to get into that black hole which seems to shade the sun out eternally. And as far as I know, it's a journey even longer to get out of it, and most fail to manange that without professional help. Naturally climbing out is harder work than falling in and it's absolutely demotivating and power-drenching to try and try and fail all over again. There is a need of someone who tells you that it's always the darkest part before you see the light at the end of the tunnel. And a lot more. If you know someone with depressions or other psychic problems you'll know how desperated one feels when one realises there is nothing you can say or do that will help. It seems impossible but there needs something to be done. I have the highest respects of psychatrists, therapists and other people working in psychatric clinics. They're often the last hope – everyone espects so much of them, they're often consulted far too late when nothing else is possible anymore, and still, most of them are doing a great job. I cannot imagine how people who have reached the absolute bottom – psychic, physic and with their souls – are fixed up again (sorry to use such a disrespectful expression) and work their way back to leading a normal life. To have help then is inevitable and I'm glad some have even a greater one helping. Someone who promised to be the healer of your soul, your doctor even, your comforter and friend and will always be there. He is the sun that will someday dissolve anything dark that clouds your soul and tries to make you forget there still is a blue sky above.

Got a lot of troubles

growing over my head.

They eat up my time

and all my thoughts.

They're like the airplane

in the grey sky above my head

- loud and threatening.

I try to get rid of the noise,

the threatening,

the problems.

I cry for help

but still try it on my own,

don't let anyone help me,

don't let go.

I can't do it anymore!

Now, finally I seek for my God,

don't anymore cry for help

while doing it on my own,

but give it away,

throw everything to his feet.

The loud airplane is gone.

A white dove approaches.

Peace and silence slowly come too.

My head is so much lighter.

A great bird floats under the sky a little farther.

The troubles won't be a threat anymore.

The great bird is replaced by a little one.

They will lose their horror

if I let him do.

A small airplane appears far away.

Then I too will be able

to look at my troubles with distance.

Maybe find out that they're not at all

as threatening

but only seem so.

And even the airplane will withdraw sooner or later.

And there where I just saw grey clouds

the sky is bright blue.