And inside grace, an airy well lit space

On the other side of suffering there is peace
Whether by a death or such relief
I hate the moment when I start to fall.
Wish I lived inside a  stoney wall

Through the foaming river we must go
And embrace the  other we don’t want to  know.
Inside a hermit’s cell there may be grace
And inside grace, an airy well lit space.

For me, it is the river and  its deeps
I have to journey, even as I weep.
But, if for you, it is the tiny cell,
Therein your soul will comfortably dwell.

For  different souls have different ways to take.
God is as generous as a  the  world he makes.