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.