There’s always a foundation of faith
Underneath my un-pleasurable stirrings within.
And it carries my sometimes limply downtrodden body
Like wings of hope
Always flying me forward
Across the living ocean of waves.
So even in my pain, I know
That all is well in being, itself.
So never cast pity or sorrow at me,
because it simply isn’t so,
that I have lost my way.
And even when you do,
my wings will smile with understanding,
At how you feel pain,
when I grow and learn.
For I know, that every season of perceived misfortune,
is a gift of opportunity,
for me to further know how to love.
The Depths of Light 