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Where Broken Hearts Are Healed
by
Loyd David Burt
I picture her in my despair
That angelic face and auburn hair
For around that form there is a light
That will guide me through the darkest night.
There is a comfort in her gentle smile
That does ease my pain for a little while
There's reassurance in those eyes
That quell the panic, and pacifies.
I picture her in my hours of need
When the winter nights are long
I pray, for her I shall succeed
And that my endeavour shall be strong.
I seek her guidance through the power of thought
In all that I say and do,
I relax in her love, her warmth, support,
Albeit spiritual, it's true.
I picture her here by my side
A confidante in whom I confide,
I ask directions through life's maze
And listen closely to what she says.
She bids me to share my earthly love
To give of myself, and to rise above
The prejudice and narrow minds
To cast off the emotional chains that binds.
I picture her as a spirit free
An abstract form of peace
The message that she conveys to me
Is that in Death we find release.
For in that world beyond our ken
New concepts will be revealed
It's a new beginning, not Amen
It's where broken hearts are healed.
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