Whatever happens in my life
I must believe that somewhere,
in the mess and madness of it all,
there is a sacred potential-
a possibility for wondrous redemption
in the embracing of all that is.
For in the unfolding of my journey,
in all its soaring delight
and crushing pain,
I may be sure that God is there-
always ahead, behind, below and above,
encompassing all that befalls me
in a circle of deep compassion.
And there, above the darkness
that wraps me round
the bright wings of the dove
hover and bear
in gentle healing love
and invitation to
New Rising.
~By Edwina Gateley
Contributed by Liz Sorensen Wessel
Mandala by ~liz
