March

my life was mere existence inner being barren and lost a spiritual abyss I was unprepared to cross I walked in a winters rain forsaken by those I loved my weary body protected only from the storm above You knew Your child had wandered, despair, a beckoning hole You took me from the tempest and into your place of hope dwelling in your home of warmth my dispiriting chill fades Your light calms my inner storm, awareness dawns, I am safe