Once upon a recent time,
I had no power to leave behind
The bleatings of my tortured mind--
The futile longing and the fears,
The weight of all the wasted years--
Lost in the corridor of doubt
It seemed that there was no way out.
But in my Spirit's darkest night,
Suddenly, there shone a Light.
Now here below, as is above,
All that exists is God's great Love.
Ruth Powers, 2009