Faith in goodness leads to serenity, where peace with quiet flows. With faith I can cease being a hostage in the jail of fear and grief, and escape the prison of what went wrong. And although I know how stresses must return, with crafty forces of compulsion that repeat persistent woe, my inner healing grows. Compassion empowers my core. When greedy habits demand my fate with desperate needs, and awful compulsions aggravate my equanimity, patient restoration whispers calming insights. I cannot understand why goodness and compassion call through the turmoil, but with each belief in reconciliation, I move closer to home.