We’re asking God to help us find
A safer path to peace of mind
Not just for us but all mankind
Disperse the clouds that rend us blind
And forge our faith and will to bind
Our hearts to deeds both wise and kind.
We’re asking God to help us find
A safer path to peace of mind
Not just for us but all mankind
Disperse the clouds that rend us blind
And forge our faith and will to bind
Our hearts to deeds both wise and kind.
Just as a single ray of Gods bright light rehearses dawn
And one single thought or moment full of love inspires morn
There is a way in which the sun glows brightly in the dark
To roll aside the shallow pall that hides in vision stark
And frees us from this sadly silent corner with His grace
When tears and fears and other losses beg to be replaced
Then shine within the depths of all the darkness of the mind
With Gods bright eye to light pathways to peace that you will find !
When the dark shroud of night has fallen from my eyes
And the pale light of early morn bids me arise
These strange thoughts assault the synergy of my day
And I’m consumed with one wild urge to run away,
I’m sure this world rests heavily upon my mind
And keeps me foreign to the peace that I must find.
I’ve been prepared to greet my maker my whole life
I don’t need a herald, no bugle, drum or fife ,
Just a quiet reason to try to know His will
Learning from the angels who ever love Him still,
A simple sort of end that garners little space
Begging His indulgence to hold me in His grace.
I was born in between World Wars One and Two
Which lent me a special perspective and view
Learning to live with the wide scarring war brings
Soon you begin helping to heal all the stings
To take nothing for granted and do your part
Becomes an incentive with peace in your heart
It remains forever despite where you trod
You must not forget to be grateful to God.
If love had wings, I then would fly
Into your arms to say goodbye
I’ve no more time to gift to thee
This precious breath that’s left in me.
I close the door and bow my head
Too soon the hour I will be dead
Enough here now to say farewell
With some regrets I need to tell.
Can this life be my last resort
Or shall I gain another port
That waits for me to finish here
Ere I pursue this virtue clear ?
There’s rings and blocks and crayon wax
And books and toys and balls and jacks
These all are part of children’s wares
Like cribs and quilts and rocking chairs.
How sweet it is to watch the young
Begin their lives with hope unsung
Their childish glee and joyful songs
Fill youthful days where love belongs.
I miss these years as I grow old
And wish I knew those stories told
When I was just about their size
With curly hair and blue green eyes.
I’d be so glad though it’s too late
Next stop for me, lifes golden gate.
The beauty of aging is the peace that it brings
And the visions of life bearing hope on its wings
Like the wind in the trees in a timeless embrace
Caressing the dreams shining bright on this pale face.
So we travel along while expecting not much
Just the hint of a smile and the joy of a touch
With a wave of the hand and a quiet “good night”
As the eyes close in sleep “tis the end of the flight !
I have traveled so far along lifes thorny way
Searching for peace to follow the end of each day
As these days quickly fly like the turn of a page
We need courage and wisdom both cautious and sage.
I don’t know what you are thinking
And if it affects my life
Only God knows where your heart is
If it’s filled with peace or strife.
I can pray that you’ll remember
To uplift and aid the weak
Most are the Lord’s helpless children
Lacking voice to beg or speak.
In this life we are mistaken
To believe we’re all alone
No one knows our destination
Is the path of grass or stone?
I can wait another lifetime
Hoping soon to find release
In pursuit of God and wisdom
Seeking His eternal peace.
Therese of the Flowers will you help share my load,
May we walk hand in hand by the side of the road?
Can you tarry with me along time’s weary way,
Will you grant me some peace in each troublesome day?
As I bid you good morn, please smile kindly at me
Till my worrisome life in the end is set free.
In the hush of night’s dark when we two softly speak
I sense tears in your eyes and a flush on your cheek.
Oh little Therese as you wait silent and still
I can guess that you’ve tasted life’s cold and death’s chill.
Have pity on me, ease the dull hours of my days
With your sweetest of prayers in the smallest of ways.
Therese of the Flowers help me carry my load
As we walk hand in hand by the side of the road,
You may tarry with me along time’s weary way
Till we rest in God’s arms at the end of His day.
Oftimes when I am lying at my ease
Upon some chaise as quiet as you please
Along the sandy shore that comforts me
With warming winds beside the restless sea
I contemplate the peace that aging brings
While bearing wisdom on its learned wings.
Asleep beneath the stars and moon above
Under the spell of some enduring love
And there the beauty that I sought and knew
Still shimmered and spun the whole night through
While God Himself seemed to smile on us all
By spreading His blessings both large and small.
Truth, I have lived so many years and learned so many things
And lastly found the value of the peace that loving brings.
I think that I will never leave this place I call my home
Though often in this capricious world I’ve been wont to roam,
Still revives the peaceful quiet each time that I return,
A gladness born of solitude for which my heart does yearn.
Now from my lonely balcony, to look upon that hill
I spy confusion growing wildly rampant and virile.
Dramatic strength of habitat unknown in life’s refuse
There dwells a sweet and close contentment in this safe recluse.
I’m host to whimsical and calm fulfillment of the eye
Through years that watch each season’s lavish multi-layered sky
Fading from dark to light traversing all the rainbowed hues
In colors borrowed from some artist’s easel time suffused.
So much a giant symphony of sight and smell and sound
Feel I, as familiar objects like golden friends surround,
I now know I can’t ever leave this homely placid place
That thrives with every burning image change dare not erase.
Just as the wind off the hill whispers to the trees
Just as the bird on the bough sings into the breeze,
Just so my friend as life begins its final fall
I must tell you how I feel ere this curtain’s call.
Some songs I’ve heard have no words, others have no tune
They swell and rise and float aloft in time festooned.
Some friends I‘ve known crossed my path nodding cold farewell
Others stayed close by my side though they kiss and tell,
Some who came to plead my cause lingered on too long,
I do remember most the good, the kind, the strong.
While simple ways and gentle thoughts and silence too
Are peace that age has brought to me in purpose true.
If I count beyond my fears, just one smiling day
I won’t need another dream or another stay.