What’s meant for bad shall turn for good.

Dispel the dark, in light I’m stood.

Set down their spiteful litany,

now trickles through epiphany.



There comes a time when you’ve borne condemnation long enough, from without and within. It must not, does not, define me. I’ve laboured long and hard, and then find I transition unexpectedly – a small crowning moment that comes with quiet wonder. I find I am part of a circle of light held up on the eve of Christmas. I have promise.  I’m going to hold on to that.