by compound complex 5 Replies latest jw friends
SLEEP SHALL COME, perhaps not today,
But soon, an eternal, blessed slumber
That bids farewell to suffering that even
True love, in no measure, can assuage.
Why such anguish, borne upon once broad
Shoulders that now do sag, no longer able
To withstand the weight of both our worlds?
Come, O Sleep, on velvet wings of night.
Cute poem.
Wonderful thoughts on mortality. The twilight will become night.
I will be 70 next year. Aging is not for wimps!
Be well dear CoCo.
That is so beautiful captures my feelings today! Thank you for sharing! Feel so sad about Grace!!
After being unable to access the forum for some 24 hours, it's great seeing your posts, scratchme, bsmart, and arwen!
Yes, arwen, so very sad about Grace. We're not wimps, bsmart (are we?!?!?!?).
Gratefully . . .
A COOL SENSE OF TRANQUILITY CALMS MY TROUBLED SPIRIT.
I emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched nightmare and proceed into quiet wakefulness and gentle reverie. I peer out my window. Youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form on the street below, are a black reminiscence of former hopes and desires that have fallen off me like a worn suit of clothes. I shut out the insistent voices that beg me return to comfortable and safe imprisonment of heart, mind, soul.
I leave my room and go outside. I see but darkly my amorphous shadow -- it is a phantom, not the real me. From behind scudding clouds emerges an awakened moon that illumes my way and shows inner turmoil in a light that is new.
A shadow of the risen dead, cast upon the asphalt by a gracious moon, shall be my companion . . .
