In darkness is the light.
In the unseen, the form of what is to be.
Love blooms in a stony wasteland just as in a garden –
So God fills every heart held hollow for hir.

In fear, the gift to know your self.
In pain, an infinite resource of power.
Sorrow colours the night sky with a rainbow –
For the dream-time world defines every waking action.

O you, my helper in the light,
draw me from the disharmony of illusion
to the consonance of a reality that
empowers my own existence as it enables others.

                                                                                                                                               21 xi 1993