As the Sun burrows No.11
SIGH No. 11
And when the scattering comes
When no sense can be made
When confusion excels
And fear and anxiety descend
When peace cannot be found
And rest cannot be undertaken
frustration and the churning mind are ceaseless
Argument and bitterness are quick on the lips
Tears simmer behind lost stares
Meaning is lost
Hope is lost
Joy is lost
Compassion is lost
Direction is lost
The very path before us is enshrouded
In those moments….
Ah!
What of those moments?
Another unknowing!
What can truly be said.
May they pass swiftly and without damage
May you regain your footing true
May your silver bell ring out in the night
And candles light your way
To the words of friends
The arms of loved ones
And the purpose you have willed in the self
Should the dark overwhelm
May the fangs wound but not destroy
