THE COMFORTER

Is the night long?Does the inspiration that you seekSeem like a mountain heightObscured by mist,The way to the summitRugged and hazardousOver stones and rough paths?

I am with you now,The Comforter whispers.My presence clears the darkness,Banishes doubt with the dawn light of joy,Lifts your faltering feetTo walk with springing stepsIn strength and certitude.

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A MENTAL STATE
August 22, 1953
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