Thy Kingdom Come
R.E. Slater
It is through music my heart must sing,
If broken, discordant refrains dispel,
Long solitudes of sadness ill-filling,
Ill-fitting, a broken vessel,
Wounded, in need of finding.
Loneliness was my despair,
Bereft of healing touch,
Or proffered shoulder,
It’s echoing song unending,
Across unwished chambers.
Harsh my ears to spoken words,
Weighing me down as no other,
As one fleeing worthless self,
Clinging to life's spare notes,
Dying on uncaring winds.
A riven heart trying to be strong,
Panged unwanted travails,
A trampled life too oft alone,
Asking why so difficult,
This heavy veil of tears.
Broken refrains came and went,
Where none could hear or know,
Nor wished to stay and list with me,
Private spaces soothing the soul,
Unheard by none yet hearing all.
R.E. Slater
July 26, 2020
*The Power of Presence brings
wholeness and healing
@copyright R.E. Slater Publications
all rights reserved
R.E. Slater
It is through music my heart must sing,
If broken, discordant refrains dispel,
Long solitudes of sadness ill-filling,
Ill-fitting, a broken vessel,
Wounded, in need of finding.
Loneliness was my despair,
Bereft of healing touch,
Or proffered shoulder,
It’s echoing song unending,
Across unwished chambers.
Harsh my ears to spoken words,
Weighing me down as no other,
As one fleeing worthless self,
Clinging to life's spare notes,
Dying on uncaring winds.
A riven heart trying to be strong,
Panged unwanted travails,
A trampled life too oft alone,
Asking why so difficult,
This heavy veil of tears.
Broken refrains came and went,
Where none could hear or know,
Nor wished to stay and list with me,
Private spaces soothing the soul,
Unheard by none yet hearing all.
R.E. Slater
July 26, 2020
*The Power of Presence brings
wholeness and healing
@copyright R.E. Slater Publications
all rights reserved
