(from draft box)
And when the pain becomes too much,
when the emptiness too vast,
When the minutes begin to shatter
like crystal glass.
When the void of need must be filled
When the voice of love is silently killed.
May courage be our saviour be the truth in our pain
For it is only in deceit that the heart turns to blame.
Our existence lays beyond
Our journeys they are long,
Our spirits search the faces
For our ancient traces.
Our souls coexist within the atoms of life.
So tell me if your spirit needs the freedom of night.
My heart carries more strength than most can conceive,
But forgiveness I’ll refuse, if you choose to deceive.
Karen Hayward ©2016