In Between the Rests and Silences

Rest, stirring heart, Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits Though bold your words be, Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you I am amused by your imaginings, For simple these worries be, And strange is your heightened sorrows, A sadness fit for the about-to-die children, Begging the snares to let them go... And yet you have that sorrow...and lovely and safe you be... Rest your head not on man's shoulder Instead, lay upon the golden cushions of My word- Where rains of treasures and fruits gently fall, Laced with peace-garnished with happiness... Your brothers share deeply in your concerns, Alone you never are, For look! -out upon the beads of leaves, How they rustle playfully and sway with the breeze My breath gives them life- How much than shall I give thee? This I tell you, daughter, Each lonely soul shall find true love, In between the rests and silences, On the very off-beat... on the tip of quietude, True music tremulously trills, Flattening all mountains and hills, Kissing their lowered heads and wiping their glacier tears- Long-patiented love insatiated