Gone
the former illusions from my clouds
Now
is the white massed cloud, that’s after
rain
Standing
out, round with mountains, valleys,
Great
gaps and depths – low on the horizon –
Celebrating
the whole of it...
They
don’t anymore veil my dreams from me
Those
clouds which come to drown me
Those
laden with unlovely things of hardship
Grey,
heavy steps in drops of merging dark
Come
to threaten me with their blanketing deluge
Seeming
to confuse – and blind me from my purpose –
They
may come as they will...
They
can do nothing to me that was not needed
For
my joy and growth – I saw it!
From
the confusion my dreams rose all the brighter
Washed,
dried – left shining – to draw me onward
And
into that new-strengthened dream
Which
was my destiny...
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