Hearts At Rest

A storm is coming,

 the sky will cry

 

Each cloud a tissue,

 old light to die

 

The gale once gone,

 all hope renewed

 

From end to end,

 the picture blue

 

The circle spins,

 the cycle turns

 

What came before

 must then return

 

The seasons frozen

 by grand decree

 

One reason chosen

 to set you free

 

All time a servant

 His master plan

 

The past and future

  just also-rans

 

This moment precious,

 this moment blessed

 

To live within you

 —your heart at rest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

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