.
A sceptical mind was all I could find
as I peered inside at my own desolation
.
All that I’d found was the sound of my thinking
my good thoughts retreating
.
And all the stress
Of all my feeling
.
Then turning the pages of a book
I read words that hit me to the core
.
Things I’d never known before
and I wondered if this would do instead
.
Since that time
Many a bitter storm I’ve felt
.
Able to blow me back
To my first deceptions
.
Had it not been for that love known
Grasped at and then believed
.
And I made no recantation
Joyful, faithful, trustful now I’ve grown.
.
From ‘Songs of the Risen Life‘, available for purchase here.
~
Flowering Poverello 