Knot of unwillingness uncurled,
Snare of pride loosened,
Smoke of oblivion expelled
From my tiny bunker of fear.
Release I found;
No seething arena of pain,
No sheer chasm of failure,
But You
Stirring me:
Your innocent child
From dream of death,
In the Cradle of Belonging,
In the Garden of Magnificence.
By: Sumangali Morhall
April 2002