The Power Of Surrender

This is a story about a knowing woman. The knowing came like a tidal wave in a sigle moment and she became lost and heavy as she crawled through the mire. After an age of endless wandering she chose to be wiped clean of the weight and be cleansed from the mud.

In all her being she surrendered it to God, she had not even the strength to get to her knees to pray so she simply curled into a ball as a child in the womb.

That night with only a purple candle and poppy as her comfort she slept not knowing if she would awaken again. Sound was her sleep, And as the clock told her it was time to rise, even her friend the sun had not roused from it's horizon. When she truly AWOKE, she had forgotton all the pain, sleepiness and sadness of the night and felt lighter.

She looked with wonder once again upon the day. What Joy in Surrendering she thought to herself as she poured her coffee and lit her cigarillo. Hello once again Beautiful World