In dark pits,
and in dropwise bits,
tears flow freely…
In quiet ambiance,
and in thoughts of fervency,
are myriad questions,
Down in the dumps,
Beyond all arms,
even beyond poetic alms,
I wish you were here in the calm.
But Lord as the thunder rolls,
And as your mercy falls,
I raise my hands in aim,
To praise you who is of all.
It’s all ever written on the face of heaven,
and on every skylight peace haven,
with every star twinkle at seven,
and with every squirm of crickets and ravens,
sings a perfect harmony of love-laden.
And with the rays of the new sun,
that search under the branches,
In every cranny of heart hunches,
Craving for scalding embraces,
Patiently lies love in wait.
So discreetly will it wait,
And with every count of stars,
does strength never grow weary,
It will always reside in the heart,