Wednesday, 30 September 2015

My Prayer

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All my senses are weary of light, life

I look up to you dearest dark rest

Soothe my soul with thy healing touch

Let my eyes see not

Ears hear not

Tongue speak not

Let thy soft cool hands of love

Take away the hatred that corroded all cells

Let my warring earthly home

Be embraced by your peace made hands

Let us all recover

From this disease of Death



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Recovery / Healing @ Poets United