I trudge along,
taking in the world I perceive,
with its cacophony of complaints,
its crises and chaos.
Each step is a sigh,
a silent sympathy with
a gloomy gulf of grief.
And then. And then.
A companion, before unseen,
comes into step with me,
or I with him.
And as I moan and mourn,
this gentle friend puzzles,
wonders why.
What things am I seeing, believing,
that make me weep and worry?
I walk awhile with him,
and he, clearsighted,
opens my clouded, shrouded eyes
to what he sees—
the risen, ever-rising glory of
Christ, Truth,
and the light of reality.
I feel my heart burn within me,
burn within me,
burn within me.
And clouds dissolve;
lethargy lifts;
the sackcloth falls easily away.
I see, with joy, what he sees—
a world, and me,
forever at one with God,
eternal Life,
all-embracing, boundless Love.
The Christ has rescued, renewed, resurrected me;
I am ready to share the good news with all.
So, with heart still burning within,
I walk onward;
I look upward;
I dance forward
in the world-healing key of grace
