God help us

Where would I be Lord

without you, a lost soul

in a forest, hungry and weary,

eating whenever I could, trying

to find a limit to pleasure.

You have filled my soul

with the holy spirit,

cleansed my mind,

purified my heart, thrown

away my hatred.  My soul

no longer rots with holes of cheese

that sin nibbles on.

So long, I have held onto

the blanket of darkness, hiding

my face with my fears,

hiding from others, hiding from

myself, so afraid and fragile,

not wishing to break open

as glass does under to cut

blades of grass or whatever

lies underneath, but your invisible

hands guide me, set me to sail

over waves of signals,

you are someone deeper than all

suffering, disclosing

the truth of our repressed evil

as our goodness which resides

in an environment of shame&;loneliness,

all gardens deemed so superfluous.

Guide me toward righteousness

with your rod and lead me

toward a life of light, blind me

with your illuminations, as to

break the fears that vanity facades

as not to feel pain.

Lord, you who once let my soul into

your world, let me once again

enter that world

as not to fade into

the world of ghosts.