Recovery

I know somewhere the round still goes To sunset on a different eve But here the sand between my throes My aching spirit does relieve And so my tired waves fold upon the shore And the depth that stores pains On the shallow beach finds space no more To weigh my soul in rustless chains Here alone I can hear God breathing bright As evening's first and distant star And in peace is now and in the coming night My soul to hope is thrown ajar For Sabbath comes restoring me to love, this Nor jilted desire, nor chafed faith Can ever sieged again; worship is happiness And happiness my visions renovate