Battered; ill; aghast –
Lost in my own ruin –
Sometimes I am weak enough
To enter You.
~ Rumi
I am the Light.
The Light moves in me.
The Light moves through me.
The Light surrounds me.
The Light protects me.
I am the Light.
Battered; ill; aghast –
Lost in my own ruin –
Sometimes I am weak enough
To enter You.