In My Minds Eye; Resuscitation

In my minds eye, I see angels lifting me
out of thick, sucking mud...
the kind that eats your shoes
as you try to wade through.
I had been face down in the muck
when they came to my aid
and got me unstuck.
With hardly a whisper of breath in me,
they had to resuscitate me.

In my minds eye, I see angels around me
as they scrub the mud off
and breathe the breath of new life into me.
They had drawn out the mud from my nostrils and airways,
before filling my lungs with rarefied air. 

In my minds eye, I see angels place their hands on me.
One has their hands around my crown.
Another places their hands on my heart and solar plexus.
And a third stands at my feet, holding my ankles.
The one at my middle moves their hands up my torso
drawing out residual remnants of the tacky mud in my energy. 

In my minds eye, I see the dark, sloppy paste get replaced
with the healing light my angels are gifting me.
In this way, these angels have not just resuscitated my body,
they've resuscitated my life.
They've replaced the pain and the shame,
the guilt and the terror
with their loving, healing grace.

So whenever I return to the mudhole by mistake,
I envision my angels plucking me out of the muck
and breathing new life into my weary soul.