I felt so alone
misunderstood
justifiably angry . . . .
Then
the Christ-idea, like a loving hand,
lifted me up
dropped me into cleansing waters
(how refreshing the idea of goodness
gently dislodging thoughts
of hate and fear)
shook me out
(how invigorating to hang on to fingertips
of Life, freed from the impotent
fists of matter)
and
set me down on Christ-washed feet.
