"No More Alone" by Linda Dousay

I threw the pages of our life into the atmosphere--
They wrapped themselves around me twice before I felt the fear.
The memories were images--cast in mortar stone-- 
A brief encounter magnified because I stood alone.

This shadow of perfection--confused with pain and time--
Became reckless adoration, controlling soul and mind.
Passions once forgotten, when awakened in the night 
With longings to be satisfied, were winning in the fight.

I stood upon those mountains and I looked within my soul
To boldly face the chilling fear and longing taking hold.
Patience was a virtue-- as yet, I could not see
Perhaps I'd found the answer-- perhaps a simple key.

Deep within the valley, a glint of light revealed
A gently flowing river and a field of daffodils--
...shadows of the mountain enhanced the image still
 of the sweetly flowing water and the dancing daffodils--

I felt the softness of a breeze blowing through my hair,
As melodies unheard before, drifted through the air--
...written words of poets flashed across my mind
As whispers blended with the wind to leave the past behind.

From the center of this beauty, a banner came alive
Singing, shouting: "Victory for God-our Lord and Guide-- 
Forget those things which are behind--press on, press on, press on--
A brand new day is dawning soon," I felt the crumbling stone.

"Look out beyond the mountains, into the golden sun..."
I knew this valley now was mine--the victory had been won:
How could we know perfection, if pain were never born?
And who on earth hath witnessed a rose without a thorn?

There's beauty in the ashes of every dying thing,
If one can cease to worry, and let the future bring
The image of the shadow of the perfect harmony-- 
A soul and soul united throughout eternity.
 
Let longing lead to tempered dreams; on these you then can build
A firm foundation followed by the virtue of His will.
He's yet to fail a brother or a sister who believes
That all things are quite possible--Voila--the daffodils!

Turning from the mountain tops, I sought but could not find
A single hint of anguish in the passage of that time--  
I placed the pages of our life before the feet of One
Who gently touched my longing, and I walked no more alone.



April 14, 2000