In darkness is the light.
In the unseen, the form of what is to be.
Love blooms in a stony wasteland as well as in a garden -
So God fills every heart held hollow for hir.
In fear, the gift to know your self.
In pain, an infinite resource of power.
Sorrow colours the night sky with a rainbow
since the dream-time world defines every waking action.
O you, my helper in the light,
draw me from the disharmony of illusion
to the consonance of a reality that
empowers my own existence as it enables others.
Love blooms in a stony wasteland as well as in a garden -
So God fills every heart held hollow for hir.
In fear, the gift to know your self.
In pain, an infinite resource of power.
Sorrow colours the night sky with a rainbow
since the dream-time world defines every waking action.
O you, my helper in the light,
draw me from the disharmony of illusion
to the consonance of a reality that
empowers my own existence as it enables others.
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