To
the Umpteenth time
It had come to me
Out of the withering the dry and sundry
So intense and yet so gentle
it softly seared through
The thick blanket that enshrouded
It did appear
I mean the gap to make me hear
It made me draw near
Music to my ear?
O, it was more that clear
Inside, something shuttered
crumbled and the pieces
Slunk away...
A relief, a weight dropped
O, the life oozing in
A stream, a dream, the cream
of life proper and life abundant
O that peace Finally that Peace
As I basked in my makers love!
S W. J
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