Hope healed my hurting heart
My heart was filled
With stinging things
Thorns and thistles,
Entangling vines,
Biting bugs, snakes and rats,
Gnawing on my soul
With torment and trauma
And inner drama
Day and night.
And then one day
I stumbled upon a spring
A fountain flowing with hope,
Showing me the Way out:
Follow the inner flow
Of love and peace;
Resist the disheartening,
Destructive, dominating desires
Driving me like demons to despair.
As I continually followed that stream,
Flowing from Christ’s interior spring,
And fought against my demons
Resisting them all along the way,
My inward jungle gradually became
A place of peace — a land of love;
A bountiful garden — a fruit-filled orchard.
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