Retreat

pain, suffering, and peace.

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Fate struck me cruel blow

grief pushed me so low

sorrows gathered in storm

tears flowed in stream.

Life denied its merit

anguish stretched to limit

dazed mind failed to react

pure heart came to protect.

The wounded spirit trembled

sank deep within dwindled

seeking solace in deep silence

a tiny dot in vast stillness.

Divine grace centered

a ray of light entered

wound is healed

Lord is praised.

God's grace might be

delayed never denied.

In times of distress

strength tend to regress

spirit searches for comfort

self needs to recuperate.

Mind retreats to a spot so deep,

precious and cherished

touched by love and care,

memories sweet and gentle

prayers soothing and soul ful

to give us back our hope and faith.

 

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