I keep finding dark places
To scrub clean
With Your Holy Light ...
Hidden corners appear
That haven't been dusted in years ~
Or perhaps eons ...
The dirt blinds me with its pain,
Bidding me to soothe it ~
To erase its wounds
With Holy Light ...
How can You look at me?
Oh, Most Holy One?!
And yet You Alone can heal me
With just a glance.
Please look at me! Oh, Holy Flame!
Peer into every nook and cranny
Of my inner being!
Everywhere your Holy Glance falls ...
Leave nothing to show You were there ~
Save Light Aflame!
~ By Karen Wood
Fabulous photo! It's only our conditioned mind that focuses on our dark corners.
ReplyDelete"I am He, I am He; blessed Spirit, I am He." (from the chant, No Birth, No Death, by Paramahansa Yogananda)