There is a place far away, so close, some say;
To there we fly, we know not where, high in the day
On wings of faith that sings hearts of gold, spirits bold,
To the kingdom within, without; hearing what we’ve been told.
Sweet Selene, holy Sister Irene,
Lift me up and carry me along where I belong.
What is this kingdom so enchanting, so illusive?
Surely not the same game played since sun first spun?
No, no, though he spoke under veil of parables ne’er conclusive,
Has not our trust been won ere since the first radiant paschal dawn?
Sweet Selene, holy Sister Irene,
Lift me up and carry me along where I belong.
Soft rolling hills of green, ever so serene,
And twisting silver streams that beam golden rays
Of happier days;
Flowers bloom with sweet perfume,
With myriad bees busy ‘neath new-ancient trees,
And blue skies above, soft clouds and gentle rains
That wash away all our pains.
Peace herein there is, enough to bring thanksgiving to her knees.
Sweet Selene, holy Sister Irene,
Lift me up and carry me along where I belong.
For there is a place far away, so close, some say,
And I’ll nestle rest in your bosom till the dawn of that day.
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Did you ever try crafting your poems into a song? 🙂 They sound so melodic and would make beautiful songs.
Have a wonderful weekend.
I’m smiling now, Bee. More than anything, truly, I wish I had the talent to create songs. Alas, though, I seem to have no musical talent. I have thought that perhaps one day someone might find inspiration for song(s) in some of my poetry.
Oh! And you have a wonderful weekend, too … you, husband and children. Maybe you will dance again this weekend! (smiles)
Thank you so much. We do indeed have some neat plans for this weekend, does not involve dancing (although who knows) but we will meet some very very wonderful people.
I am grateful for your well wishes and beautiful writing.