Weary souls seek refuge
To come in from the cold
From dark and perilous nights,
And fierce and dogged fights
As they walk into that light
Oh, that divine and wondrous light,
And no more face that night,
That dark and treacherous night;
Where sleeplessness abounds
And sorrow and misery are found,
They were once in anguish bound
In torment they were bound,
But now have found their way
To that promised and glorious day
In peacefulness and light;
To the world they say goodnight,
In tranquil rest they say goodnight.
Tag: Peace
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Love, please do not forsake me
Invigorate my spirit and awake me
Let me see the sun shine again
Rescue me from the depths of hell
Let me kiss you with a kiss of longing
Revive me and embrace me in your warmth
Let us spend many wonderful seasons together
Let me forget my pain and find reprieve in you
Allow me to sleep gently in your arms and find rest in you
I will not be ashamed when calling your name
I will make clear my proclamations for you on the highest mountains
I will await your presence with patience and eager anticipation
A peaceful warmth comes over me at the though of your comfort
Love, let us slow dance together in the dusk of the twilight
After the twilight, let us lie in lush fields and kiss under the starlight
Let me pour out my heart to you and tell you of my troubles
Let me speak to you in soft tones, and whisper passionate words
Allow me to release my pain and cry tears of sorrow in your presence
I will tell you of my loss and my plight: I will tell you of my struggle and fight
Be patient with me and look past my many faults, for I am but a man
Love, whisper beautiful thoughts to me under the shade of a giant oak tree
I will await you patiently on the morrow, in hopes that you will finally find me. -
In late night hours
I sit in anguish
As thoughts stream;
I hope to calm my mind,
So after a glass of wine
I pray for a blissful dream. -
In deep sadness,
The shadows
Witness my misery,
And the torment
Of the dark clouds
That follow me;
Under a harvest moon
I swear to the heavens solemnly,
And to the starlight sky,
That one day
I will be free,
And live peacefully. -
Look into my eyes
And see my soul,
You will see my pain,
Fear, and sorrows untold;
You will see my suffering,
And you will see my plight;
You will see the darkness
That awakes me at night;
But there is a door
To a secret place,
Where my love is deep
And my sorrows are erased;
It is in this place
A bright light abounds,
And a peaceful stream,
Where my essence is found.
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Peaceful memories, wrap me in warmth and calm my thoughts; send me to a place of tranquility and love; infuse my mind with fond memories of my childhood, and let me see my mother’s face glowing in light. Kiss me with the kisses of solitude; hold me in the darkness of night; be my guiding light in dark and stormy seas. Shower me with feelings of love, and deep emotions; bring me back to that place of safety that sheltered me from the storm. Revive memories of laughter, and of those wonderful nights in the summer. Cover me in a warm blanket of peace, and bring happiness into my dreams; take me to the places of endless cherry blossom trees and vast lavender fields; let me float atop lush greenery in the sunshine, and remember all the beautiful and wondrous times. Let peacefulness and joy enter into my heart, and circulate through my bloodstream. Peaceful memories, please let me touch Polaris, in a late summer’s dream.
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Let us reminisce on those summer nights of love that exist in our not so distant memories. That first kiss and tender touch. Let us go to that place where the fireflies light up the evening sky in joyous celebration. Let the moon and stars look down upon our hearts and smile. Let’s journey to a place of love; a place of peace.
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For those of us who face seemingly insurmountable odds in our lives. For those of us who have struggled, and given with nothing left to give. For those those of us who are misunderstood due to our internal anguish and silent turmoil. For those of us who sit in silent darkness late into the night and release tears without being seen. For those of us who have loved, and lost love.
Against All Odds – Phil Collins (1984)
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My therapy. Love to you all.
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Lord, grant me solace. Grant me peace.
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