The Awakening

KÄTE WEBER

How helpless was I once, the prey of error,
Pursued by fear;
Dark pictures drove me into states of terror
Like hounds the deer.
I struggled hard and long,
But doubt became too strong—
I claimed that God was wrong—
Despair was near.

One day the message came that all my trouble
Was but a dream,
Not sent by God, but just a vaporous bubble;
And it would seem
A battle had been won,
For all my woe was gone!
Illusion brought it on:
Truth broke the dream.