Poor troubled soul,

Why is all thy sunshine turned to darkness?

We haven’t seen the sun for far too long,

For clouds have overshadowed the land.

So forsake your doubts and come with me;

If we sit together and rest for a while,

We can let peace ease our minds

And let tranquility melt our burdens,

Scattering our ill thoughts on the breeze.

My dear friend, why do you concentrate

On the earth beneath your fleeting feet?

Lift your head up to the sky,

Stretch your arms open wide,

Dance with abandonment you can’t find,

Run and declare freedom from fear!

If I could I would capture all

The light of the world and scatter it on your

Path to brighten your days.

Take a look in the mirror:

The shadows are surrounding you as we speak.

No wonder you cannot find a happy memory!

So come away with me, my friend.

Let us run along the shore and disregard

Our self-inflicted devastation,

Our prolonged torment.

Let us run into His arms,

That we may find rest.

If you will only follow me,

I will take you there,

Where pain and suffering cannot find us.

Labels: 2007: Belles Lettres