(A lone voice whispers)
In the early hours while all is quiet
When the world sleeps and your soul can wander freely
Around all of its inner keeps
I can still see you standing at that spiritual crossroad
By the White Lampost
Always searching for inner peace
The glimmer of something glorious and mysterious
A hideaway from the busy world as it turns
I suffer in the intense sorrow reflected in your waterfilled eyes
Feel it in the very depths of my soul
For I'm not a citizen of the shadows but of the Light
Just revisiting
For it is said in Scripture
In the Book of all Books
Kept in the Realms of Deep Mists
They who face all aspects of light and darkness
They who fight for inner peace by untying the two
Will have a seat at The Great Table
If they have the strength and are willing and able
And to You
My child of love and light
Of profound grace and such incredible beauty
Which shines straight out of that so beautiful face
I send this
I can see an old carriage approaching that spiritual crossroad
You
In the early morning I sometimes visit
In it rides divine blessings from Heaven
On a slow journey to you
A present prayed for after my soul's last confessions
I can only hope you see it in the low hours when the world sleeps
As your soul wanders around all its own keeps
Mon Cheri
And it brings you great happiness and helps to fill that deep void
With all my love and friendship
A hole you've carried alone since you were eleven
For you're just like me
As it extinguishes pain and such sadness
Which makes you feel like you're living in the End Days
Many know as Armageddon
Keep praying you magnificent soul
For the Smiling Days are soon to come
And God's the only one who knows where we are all really heading
Copyright John Duffy
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