In weariness I turned to one
Whose thought climbs high.
She said: Don't struggle so,
You're one with God, let go
And rest upon the power of present Love
As vessels float upon the sea
Supported, in innocence, effortlessly.
And then I prayed for humility—
To stifle subtleties of will,
And self-assertiveness to still,
Uproot the fears of latent belief,
Relinquish the hold of former grief;
To see reflections of Mind divine
As the only strength, and always mine.
This, then, was the need:
To stay in the ark of God,
Buoyed by the currents from Him
Whom to know rightly is peace within.
