A Higher Mind Delivered

For my mental health

They stripped me of my Will

Negated it and dignity

Made my life a living hell

Though I didn't feel I was living...well

Now three and one-half years later

I am going to get down on my knees and thank God

I am free of it now

I can see it, how

(S)he has delivered me out of the hands of my enemies.

It's taken that long to feel that

I am, at last, from that

72 hours.

Or was it longer?

Whole.

Still,

Contending with everyone

In this fight for the survival of myself

Real or imagined?

It's all the same.

The brain, when you dream

Can't tell the difference.

It remembers the experience.

My God.

And mine beaten and battered beyond its humanity to cope

Tried,

Like my old truck

To obey the divine-self,

Self-belief's commands to

Forget, refuse, deny

When its job was to record it.

Still, the Higher Mind uses the other as it Will,

As it Will turn out.

And I kiss the steering-Will

Of my old truck

And rest upon it

When the world is

Still

Under us

And we rest together upon it

Still

To a Higher Mind

Delivered.

(c) Colleen Lloyd

at Mom's cabin

Cedar City, Utah

about 1986