In the Chasm of My Mind

In the chasm of my mind Where many tears have crystallised; becoming stalagmites and stalactites - To have had, and to have held; To have lived, and to have died To all life’s happenings, good and ill, For restitution and solace now seek their place, Many eyed beasts crave the crumbs of the waste - wasted years, and scorn fed tears , they lay in the hidden caves of the recesses of my mind… I will look up to the hills And feed upon the sunrise, My need is saturated in Your love; I am bathed in Your light And swaddled in Your cloak of righteousness As Surely as goodness and mercy are at my side, I seek no comfort here, for I am sustained by the fount of all blessings And by the Eventide when I find myself at The Great River, I will be ready to cross. Naomi Rainbow