Plumbing the depths of my soul I seek to take control
Not of those things that abound or surround me.
These waves of terror I have found all around.
They were here before a head was ever crowned
Since my pain brings no gain I must still the refrain
From those who proclaim again and again, in vain, yes, in vain.
It is time to draw near I must harken and hear
The sound of my Friend who foretold of the End
With sweet stately works filled with wisdom and love.
His news he did not holler nor scream of blight, hate and
squalor.
Tragically his foes now are many yet, I ponder why should there
be any.
Yvonne
June 2021
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