Gratitude

Gratitudestirs,eddies,engulfs,spills over andcascadesinto the cracked, earthen depths of despair, futility.And in that dried-up hole of mortalitymental self-images, self-hate,opaque as the mud-caked crust,are washed away, erased.The steady drops of spiritual discoverybuild to a crescendo.

The cleansing rain of Soulfills the hollow emptiness,replenishing the depths with truth and grace.

November 12, 1984
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