Cry of the Soul
My soul is weary from this life
Of the constant din and strife
Oh that these fetters would set me free
And I could soar in an unbounding spree
Over the mountains,valleys and raptuous seas
Higher than the eagles flight and the suspended satellite
Into the bosom of the Eternal High
In unconditional peace, love and joy.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2012
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