Solace
Peace
Harmony
Come to me.
Come to me
like the mist,
Weaving through the trees
dancing, swirling,
with the lightness of the feather.
Wash through my spirit
the liquid silence of your voice.
Cast the comfort of your veil over me,
and soothe my weary soul.
Comfort me.
I am weary.
I miss the bosom of my mother,
the strong heartbeat
of my father's chest.
Gather me
into the solitude of your presence
And hold me
till I am strong again.
My heart longs
to soar upon the wings of tomorrow
But is bound by the chains
of the past.
What measure,
this weight
We bear?
Free me, my muse,
my guide,
my soul's breath,
That I may take your hand,
and dance
like the mist;
weaving through the trees,
dancing, swirling,
with the lightness of the feather,
melting into the splendor
of tomorrow's dawning
free.
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