Words to a Weary Soul

“Come forth, venturing the narrow way;
Let nothing hold you.
I shall wait.”

Turn not, tread in spite of mist and dark,
this thorn-strewn way;
Bleed, bare your heart.



Hold me, lest I crumble, turn to dust!
Your light, so distant…

Quavering.


“Fear not, let me see the wounds, the tears,
Your dolours, sorrows;
I will soothe.”

Forward, braving night, and wind and rain,
Burn, love again,
Arise,

“Beloved.”

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6 thoughts on “Words to a Weary Soul

  1. Oh, it is such a beautiful poem, both in your diction, and in your story-line.
    And these lines are exquisite:
    “Turn not, tread in spite of mist and dark,
    this thorn-strewn way;
    Bleed, bare your heart.”

    Like

  2. Well-written and nice touch with the emphatic devices,using quotations and italics to divide the speakers and the non bold font to represent that distant, quavering light…

    Like

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