by Marie Regis
I choose to make friends with my demons;
Deep, dark forces inside of me.
Judgements made as a young babe,
feelings repressed by shame,
guilt, fear, unbelief, precious essence held captive!
life's flow free
the shadows and pain of old.
Let them unleash their fiery dance!
There is Love enough to hold them.
And the waves of Fury soften
in the softness of the Rose petals
Sunshine watering my earth
your Grace meets my challenge
your presence blesses my entire being.
Your earthly faces fill my heart
with the comfort and peace
of a newborn babe.
This poem appeared in the Winter-Spring 1994 IPA Newsletter.
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