Out of the Shadow
Shunning my shadows has shaped my way.
Sure I knew the geas of God,
I stifled the cry of the Spirit within me.
I danced with angels and dallied with demons
bound in the pages of the books I studied.
Weary with turmoil and tumults of spirit,
I sought haven in a prairie pulpit,
earnest to soothe my soul in service.
I affirmed my faith with false fervor,
gulled with dogmas of God and goodness.
My shadow deepened, light shunned me as shameful
I made demons of failure from my fear of freedom.
Broken, I yielded to the folly I’d fled from,
and there was God, greeting me with laughter
and holy healing for heart and mind.
Black Cross with Stars and Blue -- Georgia O’Keeffe Church Steeple -- Georgia O’Keeffe
A poem for the season and for every season.
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