Come to me, and rest thy soul –
Wherefore dost thou hide away
Where shadows are as black as coal,
And let thy spirit then decay?
Come to me, and then be still.
I speak, the roaring ocean calms –
I stand upon the the holy hill.
Come rest in my unfailing arms.
Come to me, because I know
Of why thy tears refuse to cease.
I know of thy unbeaten foe,
And in the dark, I offer peace.
Come to me, thy broken heart,
And let me mend thyself again.
The teary sea of blood will part,
And only dry land will remain.
Come to me, and rest thy soul –
The innocent do suffer much,
But come now, come and rest thy soul.
Thou shalt be healed upon my touch.
Wow, Nick. This is absolutely beautiful. Really-- I want to print it out and hang it on my wall. You're truly talented. Thank you for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Shalee. I absolutely loved that beautiful poem, and want to read over it time and time again! So glad to have found your blog.
ReplyDeleteThank you both, I'm glad you thought it to be moving :) And, Shallee, go ahead, I'd be honoured :) Kimberly, I'm off to check out your blog.
ReplyDeleteAs you can probably tell, I wrote this in quite a low point this year - and it helped me to find peace, as cheesy as that sounds. It's my hope that it has the same effect on others going through a tough time.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely poetry. I'm just waiting for a pair of arms to envelope me and give me rest. Nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Drex and Laila :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing! This post has to be one of my favourites, and I've a few from you. Your writing is so edgy, so much different. Again, I like this a lot and I can't wait to read more.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ty-shaun, that's very encouraging :)
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