Father, I ask for nothing but the truth.
For this I must be a steel container,
able to withstand searing heat
or Arctic cold.
I have had many foolish thoughts about myself and my creation
stamped and battered with labels
shy girl, poet,
and have brought a dream of fear into my mind.
loss of purpose, death
Today I would not dream.
Release the balloon of reveries,
Let it zigzag, sputter,
airless bit of rubber rag
I choose the way to You instead of madness and instead of fear
Guide me on this rocky, narrow path,
this thin, true spiral thread,
the other way, a murky dark maze
For truth is safe, and only love is sure.
From the Course in Miracles, Workbook for Students, Lesson 278, p. 435.