Monday morning wrapped in mist, Outside and in my heart; I simply cannot shake these tears, I don't know where to start. There is no sunshine in my world, Just mist and tears and pain, And I am starting to believe, It won't come back again. (Okay, so there is a little sun on the slate for Tuesday & glorious sun for Wednesday, but that insight ruins the sense of self pity I was going for! LOL)
I’m living on the edge of the world Beyond my deck the silence is unfurled Neither dark nor light, endless, whirling white I’m living on the edge of the world
I’m living where the world comes to an end Where even silence whispers to the wind The gull’s muffled cry lost beneath the sky I’m living where the world comes to an end
I’m living where tomorrow drifts away In pursuit of what was lost today What was there last night, gone before first light I’m living where tomorrow drifts away
I’m living on the edge of the world Off of my back deck it all is swirled Mist wrapped up the day, carried it away I’m living on the edge of the world
The quiet moments of panic, The tears you weep inside, The hurts you bury deeply, The fears you have to hide, All the things that crush your dreams Or drag you to your knees - Just lift them up into His care, Let Him attend to these. Stand up and keep on fighting, Keep walking in His Light, The way is long and difficult, But leads you past the night.
Midnight approaches, the night calls to me, "Come out in the starlight, dance by the sea And let the moon clothe you in velvet light... Oh, Come out and dance with the stars tonight."
Welcome to my haven. This is where my heart lingers, where my soul comes to worship. Some days the muse will sing softly, but other days you will hear only the peace of the forest, the silence of the slow moving water and the quiet of the wind dancing through the leaves. You’re welcome to enter, but remember that this is a secret place, a private place. Your hopes, prayers, sorrows and joys may find an echo here. But if they choose to linger when you leave... well, this is the haven of a Dryad, after all.
A prayer, a poem, a wistful dream, the hope that will always live and the faith that will never die. The secret kept, the laughter shared, the friendship treasured and the love remembered.