By The Word, Be Touched

The outpouring of this poetry deep from within was cathartic and cleansing. Along the way, I learned the difference between happiness and joy. I was happy for my sister when she gave birth to her beloved children but joyful when I was blessed by the birth of my own.

I was on a road to Damascus, blinded by roots of bitterness of which I was unaware. As my eyes became unscaled, it was sometimes frightfully overwhelming to look at the facts of my life.

Living in the peace beyond understanding ...