Down in the marshes
Of quickening sand where
Circumstance and storm clouds brood,
A foul gale gripped mind and soul.
Turbulent waters shrieked a chorus of chaos
And reeling, I saw the abyss.
A flash of thought, an angel above
Beckoned both mind and heart
To ask for the grace and employ the defense
That liberates light from dark-
And there it was! from the quickening sands
Crystal clear notes above the melee, leading
to inexplicable light.
The path of peace, the unexplainable rest
...wonder of wonders,
began in the heart of the mire.
I walked on the path and looked all around,
Amazed at the place I was given-
Hearing the waters seemed sweet to me now,
And the chasm was nothing to fear.