'At The Heart of it All' by Trish |
There were starless nights,
storms and dark, dark days.
That led into endless winters,
but even so, there was the seed.One night as I walked in the endless winter land,
I pleaded 'Where are you Lord? Don't let me leave you.'
And then I said ' help me to stay with you Lord, for I am so in need.'
There was no answer and the winter wrapped ,tight around me.
It was then I asked myself 'Is it possible that I am mad?'
Again I questioned myself 'Is it possible, that my faith is indeed madness?'
But even as I questioned myself, the knowing would not leave me.
Then came the time, the time, when there was no more I could do. Such a bareness came upon me.
One dark morning, I stood and stared into the very heart of winter,
And from within the dark, came a soundless voice, it said,
'I hear you, I see you, I am you.'
Tears burned their way over my frozen face.
Silence filled to the brim, and the seed within my heart, opened and opened.
And ever since that time, no winter has ever been so cold, so dark, or so long.
Nor, have I ever been so sane.
Tushie (1993)
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