Is it possible,can it be?
Wholeness,all...of...me.
Spirit and Soul,
Can the Light really make me whole?
The darkness feels like it possesses me,
Can Your Light really set me free?
Pain has been a resented friend,
Delusion speaking that their is no end.
In the distance, the still small Voice of Hope
Lovingly speaks,"You can do more than just cope."
Can I hope, can I believe, can I pray,
Just a seed being sown today,
Allowing sunlight to expand it's ray.
Rain comes to water my ground,
Impatient in my wanting to be safe and sound.
Finally it is my Harvest day,
Reaping my destination that Wholeness is on it's way.