Wednesday, March 19, 2014

'Such stuff' - a poem

Such stuff

I am walking in the wide
spacious centre of my days
- or near the brink.

I am swimming in the open
turquoise ocean of my life
- and soon to sink.

I am sleeping in a deep
dreamless slumber till I wake
- in an eye's blink.

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  1. Unknown1:35 pm

    EVIL DAYS
    When evil days arrive
    And hang across my world
    Like a shadow shutting out the light
    With darkness all around
    I can barely hear the sound
    Of your whisper as I listen in the night

    There are no more words to say
    Just an ache inside my soul
    And I wonder will I make it through the storm.
    Blot out my painful past
    Release my heart at last
    The sorrow that causes me to mourn

    When evil days are gone
    And the battle has been won
    My face will be shining like the light.
    So take my life and will
    I wait quietly and still
    For my God to step into my fight

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