Ray’s Rays, Number 23
Radiance Angelina Petro
When my voice settles into/with a chord on the guitar
as I’m playing by myself or for a crowd, it’s magic.
Resonance—merging with—a kind of vibrational oneness–
it rests there—thrums in that moment—radiating
into/through my heart, my whole body, and then, out into the world.
It’s moments like these that my soul longs for.
Not necessarily from/with another person—like,
in a relationship, or a friendship, but that would be
OK if it ever happened. It’s more like longing for the healing
to settle into my whole body. When past traumas ring
in unison with my present shimmers of wholeness–
when the work I’ve done and the work I do
to make something of my life after sexual assault, rape,
molestation, physical and mental abuse—blends
with my body as it is and can rejoice a little–
safe in this moment—in this song I am singing–
in these strings I am strumming—heart strings,
and songs of hope, and realizations of being alive
and worthy to be alive. When the vibrations of the truth–
lived truth, lived experience, lived hurt, lived moments
of redeeming my own life—sound and spread through
branches of bones and body. It is possible. Healing.
I know it. I’ve experienced it. Whether you play a guitar
or any other musical instrument, whether or not you sing,
settle into/with those moments when you have even one
resonance of hope. Healing can be really fucking hard.
And it is also possible. You are not too broken. You are not
too far gone. You are worthy. You are a divine being
full of all the spiraling galaxies, who deserves all good things.
Whirl in those little moments of hope—
let them spread out/through your mind, heart, spirit,
and body—and then, out/into the world. For they will never
stop ringing, and they will shine forever through/with
the future of all.