The grief that was a stone inside my chest
Has melted into water,now my tears
That rain upon my face, that feel like death
Is human life a lesson with its tests?
Must people walk with anguish down the years?
The grief weighed like a boulder in my chest
God did not evoke the fierce Tempest
His still small voice will whispers in the ear
The rain runs down my face, I hate love’s death
I rage against the fever,give me rest
The little whisper tells me,do not fear
The grief stood like a boulder on my chest
The Dove flies on the current of God’s breath
My shrouded eyes are wet, how is Love dear
That rains upon my face, that feel like death?
From the cliff top I saw white walls sheer
I shall not go again,my mind is clear
The blocked grief was a stone inside my chest
It turned to tears, yet still I feel love’s death
Absolutely beautiful ❤
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Thank you so much jodove.I am always pleased to get a comment and know my thoughts have got through to someone
Katherine
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My pleasure, Katherine!
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