Tuesday chose Sunday
Wednesday was gone
darkness was next
and then withdrawn
who would winÂ
if darkness fought dawn
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Tuesday chose Sunday
Wednesday was gone
darkness was next
and then withdrawn
who would winÂ
if darkness fought dawn
When the great silence
swallows me
I continue speaking
because I cannot hear the silence
when the great darkness
encloses me
I continue seeing
because I cannot see the darkness
when the great love
wraps me in its arms
I continue to seek it
because I cannot feel the love
I look for joy
in the oceans trees and sky
the rivers flowers and bird song
and I find it there
but what is the source of joy
I look for joy
in your eyes your smile
and your touch
and I find it there
but what is the source of joy
I look for joy
in my words my memories
and my mirror
but I find it hidden there
what is the source of joy