Cloudy becomes clear as life's cycles

whirl me and transform me

and I am merged into the crystal sea

of perfected humanity;

 

In the midst of a dark night

I can see but one light . . .

not with my sight, but with my spirit;

 

It pulls me and causes me to yearn for the

brightness I once knew,

It calls to me and beckons me come;

 

It says remember, remember,

I have not forsaken you,

I simply call you to a

higher place,

a place where you can stay;

 

A place where you will doubt no more,

where your fears will be banished

forever and where the light you

once knew is dimmed by the

brightness of the fullness of my light.

 

Yes, cloudy becomes clear . . .

whirl me oh circumstance and

throw me into the fullness of thy

light that I might forever be one

with my creator;

One with all creation.