This world is full of pain laced with grief But joy is stronger than sorrow, surviving loss Surviving even the harm of self deceit, Death can delay but never our joy defeat.
We must learn to wait and look into ourselves Observing with the patience of the stars The flaws of our own making that we brought Into this life and the inner wars we fought.
The wind sings even through our tears The rivers reach their arms toward the sea Life, with all its trials is one embrace, Enriching all, redeeming all by grace.
O children of my soul draw near this hour Come meet my Mother and my Father know We have been slain as once was slain the Dove And from the ashes rise refreshed by love.
Poems Undated (1727)
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