Thursday, December 24, 2009

A very rough Christmas poem

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

Merry Christmas!

4 comments:

  1. Merry Christmas, Ruth!! Thank you for supporting and commenting on my column! I always appreciate your thoughtful views!

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  2. Dr. J.,

    I left a comment here earlier, and it seems that google has swallowed it whole.

    I appreciate your consistent comments on my very inconsistent blog, and I hope you're having a beautiful Christmas with your family and friends!

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  3. You mean Christmas is not all about the presents and candy? Oops!

    :)

    Hope you had a great holiday!

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  4. Well, presents and candy are pluses for sure!

    Thanks Crabby, I had a wonderful holiday. I got to spend a little time with my brother and Mom, and spend some time with friends, too.

    Hope your holiday was great, and Happy New Year!

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