Though dark of night may rob my heart
of all that I hold dear
Tis morning sun and I awake and
see clear all the things I fear
Was just the shadows of the dark
that clouded my mind and soul
Now warm arms of sun enfold me and
re-affirm my mortal goal
I play a part on this living stage that
the master directs on high
Deeds and acts both good and bad
emerge the truth instead of lie
While angels chorus to the babes and
saints there message cast
In the wings the wind still sings
in praise of memories to last
Now I see what is meant for me and
regret my selfish ways
So many blessings in this last act to
make me grasp my final days
When the curtain falls to mans catcalls
I will take my bow alone
Then if God doth choose I will walk with him onto his glorious home...
If I asked a psyke to write my feelings and thoughts,this is what he would have written.
You couldnät have read them better.
Really lovely,and a great sense of "calm" over the SELF - insight of being mature.
SOMEONE SAID,BY THE TIME WE GET WISE,IT'S TOO LATE TO PUT IT TO USE,BUT I DON'T BELIEVE THAT! We can contribute till our dying breath and I enjoyed this contribution.
Please give us more!
Rita
A wonderful, glorious write of hope and renewal! Thank you--I'm saving this one. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Happy to see you are still shining bright this morning!!
You truly had me worried with your previous post!!
Love Tinka