There are times one feels the heart is gone And all one's will in ashes too The past one wanted to be done Comes rushing back with force anew.
For deep within us darkness hides And only Fire can burn it out But there is one whose voice misguides Instilling in the mind the doubt
That one can tread the chosen path. Desire like a dress that clings, Impatience spurring on self-wrath The insignificance of things
That settle in the physical mind, Tenants who have overstayed Their welcome, but alas we find Arisen demons we thought were slayed.
It does not seem earth will survive To those who view the outer scene But seers assure us she will live By the grace of one both Mother and Queen.
Poems Undated (1727)
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