Infinitely

In those early morning hours

when all appears lost,

when the heart is broken into a million pieces,

when despair reaches its fingers into the corner of my mind

and threatens to pull me into a pit of no return,

I call upon Higher Intelligence--

give me patience,

give me courage,

give me wisdom.

With this simple plea,

the heart gathers its scattered remnants of sorrow,

the mind lets go of its fear-filled thoughts,

breath returns like a river of strength--

all is well, all is well, all is infinitely well.