Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Wandering Fears

Wandering Fears
©2015 Rolland G. Smith

There are the sounds that darkness brings
That hold the mind to what it thought,
But we must let the crying sing
So sadness will not be what’s wrought.

Forget the dark; it cannot be
For light is power in our sight.
Just try it once and you will see
Awareness always sets you free.

But back to sounds that have no form.
No form, as yet, that we can know,
But when you love there is no storm
Despite the tempest and the show.

I heard a sound within the dark
It came with peace and arms outstretched.
It could have been a kind remark,

But that would make my fear far fetched.

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