Solitude

To know you're ill is start of living Forgive whatever pains exist Let silence be your friend Loneliness will be foreign. You will see with spiritual eyes Then venture far beyond norm of nook You'll hear a pin fall Bird songs will seep from afar Just like a piano melody that floats on thin air. You will feel your ill soul nudging you awake Asking you to hug that childlike spirit Transparent as conscience willing to heed itself You will want to embrace taste of yesteryear This, my friend, will bring gush of healing All things work together for good... You will smell spring blossoming even in winter. One miraculous mechanism within It speaks softly Be of good cheer. *