After the last flood has dried
And the last quake has grumbled
After the sky has torn--
in chunks both feared and fair--
And unto Earth gracelessly crumbled
When there is no time left to unwind
or memories there to rewind
Listen,
for in the silent breeze
floats a living dream
with childlike ease.
It sings:
*Of all the places I have been
Of all the faces I have seen
Of all the comforts I have had
None dare be as safe
as the arms of Dad.*
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
After the last flood has dried
And the last quake has grumbled
After the sky has torn--
in chunks both feared and fair--
And unto Earth gracelessly crumbled
When there is no time left to unwind
or memories there to rewind
Listen,
for in the silent breeze
floats a living dream
with childlike ease.
It sings:
*Of all the places I have been
Of all the faces I have seen
Of all the comforts I have had
None dare be as safe
as the arms of Dad.*
2010
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