A Cleansing

• Like line, snow white,
  Drying in the breeze;
  Sun-bleached, immaculate,
  Requiring nothing more
  But folding and giving to each
  Satin fold a crease,
  Then laid away in lavender
  Ready to adorn, to satisfy and please.
  
  So must my mind and soul
  Become snow-white,
  Drained of darkness,
  Filtered through with Love,
  Each corner filled with charity and peace,
  Ready and immaculate
  To soar above and live with angels
  In everlasting light.
  
  Maud E. Van Order