Cowered
and yellow the desert rose
That
appeared behind the boulder ---
But
in rich shadow protected
From
the burning sun:
The
confusion was working for good:
I
did not know where I was:
Sickness
was in me, sickness is in me
And
everything is hard:
My
life hampered on every side
And
I am weak, faint, and weary
‘Where
am I?’ the small voice softly whispers
Through
the parting layers of hopelessness
‘Here,
where I am . . . ,’
And
the reply, rising, spoke of chrysoprasus
For
the tenth foundation was trial and testing
And
a chrysoprasus ---
A
shining foundation out of darkness.
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