Whatever happens in my life

I must believe that somewhere,

in the mess and madness of it all,

there is a sacred potential-

a possibility for wondrous redemption

in the embracing of all that is.

For in the unfolding of my journey,

in all its soaring delight

and crushing pain,

I may be sure that God is there-

always ahead, behind, below and above,

encompassing all that befalls me

in a circle of deep compassion.

And there, above the darkness

that wraps me round

the bright wings of the dove

hover and bear

in gentle healing love

and invitation to 

New Rising.

~By Edwina Gateley

Contributed by Liz Sorensen Wessel

Mandala by ~liz