When the lights dim into darkness,
Then sneaks in on shifty legs
the Puppet-Master.

Curtains drawn the show commences,
On strings our limbs begin to ****
To the pull of unseen forces.

We become Punch or Judy,
Unlovable and unloved,
Unmoved to love another.

For when our souls
Are draped in darkness,
Love’s wisdom is lost.

Only when we wake once more
Are we able to remember
The remedy for this malady…

To open our wounded hearts,
For the Puppet-Master shrinks away
From the light of an open heart.