Be still my heart nay do not speak
The angels know tis whom I seek
The time is come twill be quite soon
Just keep your eye fixed on the moon
And when the color turns to red
It is the time of which it’s said
Our Lord and Savior will return
To cleanse this earth and evil burn
Thus should I die before His task
Remember me is all I ask !
The sands of time consume my feet
In gritty piles silent, discreet
The speed of light is on its way
Its hours burn both night and day.
There is no vigil I must keep
It matters nought how long I sleep
For time does know its boundaries
It comes and goes and perhaps flees.
The winds all blow in divers ways
Tis soon the last of all my days !
I sense the silence falling on my ear
What is this message that we cannot hear
Who reaches out because of these dark fears
I think the day of tribulation nears.
Awake, I know the morning will soon come
What is it we are all escaping from
There can be no true place of safety left
And that of which we dreamt leaves us bereft !
The early sunlight filters through the trees
The naked branches quiver in the breeze
The air is chill and threatens soon to freeze
I spy the foam-capped waves upon the seas.
The winter winds of change creep round the bend
As late fall exits after summer’s end
The icy gray grip of frosty morning
Is the master of each daily dawning.
I hear the cold sounds rasp upon my ear
Increasing as the year end grows quite near,
Oh to join that moving mass exodus
And escape this winter’s freeze and excess !
I feel the silence all around
There is no movement to be found
No beating heart, no breathing sound
The quiet permeates the ground
The air is still, unused, unbound
The loss intense, the wound profound !
