A Chair and Music
A Chair and Music
How deep in pain I met the day,
Yesterday’s old emotions had gone into play,
To top the mood, the skies were gray,
My mind toppled into past forays.
Drifting, not thinking, just in pain,
What could I do to undo the past,
Knowing full well the impossibility,
Hoping, praying, this mood would pass.
To have a “chair” is a heavenly thing,
To leave the world to think, to dream,
Music loved without voice or clash,
To leave the world to think, to dream.
Minutes passed and quarter hours,
Conjuring visions of coming spring flowers,
When recalling Your gifts – I had let You go.
Paints and brushes saved my soul long ago.
I picked up an old brush and then a tube,
While music washed me, changed my mood,
And I spent time away from my guilt-filled place,
When I came back, You were there with Your grace.
To leave the world to think, to dream.
And find that your hell was not what it seemed.
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