In darkness is the light.
In the unseen, the form of what is to be.
Love blooms in a stony wasteland just as in a garden
So God fills every heart held hollow for hir.
In fear, the gift to know your self.
In pain, an infinite resource of power.
Sorrow colours the night sky with a rainbow
For the dream-time world defines every waking action.
O you, my helper in the light,
draw me from the disharmony of illusion
to the consonance of a reality that
empowers my own existence as it enables others.
21 xi 1993