Feb. 22, 2008
I wipe the sleep from tired eyes And wake to life's adversities Be there nought within me that denies The call to those intensities
Of soul that now seem lost in mist Or drowned in sorrow's fathomless deeps, The eyes I loved, the lips I kissed The heights we scaled, the spirit-leaps
And days of such intense delight Our life was borne aloft by Grace. In morning's arms we left the night And sought through beauty Mother's face,
The peace that comes when joined by prayer As offered souls aspiring, To breathe in plenitude the air Fragrant of an eternal Spring.
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