Ordinary life seemed too prosaic,
Devoid of passion that my heart desired.
I pushed against the currents that resisted,
Then found I lacked the courage that required.
The God I sought in church had turned against me,
But yellow lit my soul, then merged with blue.
I fought away the darkness that possessed me,
And had, at last, a taste of what was true.
But this false world cannot abide by truth.
I longed once more to gaze into God’s face,
So I surrendered in a sunlit field,
And took my journey to another place.
Ruth Powers, copyright, 2004