Come bear a candle in. My fortress has caught fire. It burns into the night; A sacrifice. A pyre For all the tangled hopes I left in every room. Step lightly o'er the threshold And welcome to its doom. The fire has a method-- Disintegrated dreams. Blow out
To suffer is the fate of all in turn. I know this and I weep despite the fact. Patience comes to those who suffer. Learn To be at peace and with no will left, act. Ah, this is my mantra, motto, phrase And yet it does no good. I am
Sweetest act of grace Borrowed from a rival Standing in your place Upholding your survival. Have you no remorse Ye of little favor? Your present wayward course And uncontrolled behavior Make you foolish spoils And undermine my love. When will you cease your toils? When will I be enough? postscript
Oh mountain, sought and sundered, Peaceful river, flow Take heed the coming thunder And let my spirit go. I've nothing not surrendered To the tide or river rage. My heart to hope is rendered As a heartache's unpaid wage. postscript Day 8.
Grant That I Daughter, heir Of Abraham Go in peace to seek the cleansing water. Wait beside the road for those who hunger Water of life Quench and fill What I Was. Well, She said What water Can give me life That lasts beyond the days my eyes grow dim?