Saturday, March 25, 2017

Benediction for the Weary

Bone weary traveler,
(every part aching)
come ease your burdens,
there's rest for the taking.
There's peace for the anxious, 
and hope for the hopeless- 
here take my hand, Love, 
we'll anchor the ropeless.

Sweet dreamless dreamer, 
(your visions now faded)
come picture pastures 
that never grow dated.
There's happier meadows,
there's grass that grows green,
come with me, Darling,
don't leave it unseen.

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