The Scrapbook revisited

I wrote this many years ago as an Exercise and entitled it “A Soul In Torment”.
We were all given the first line and had to make up the rest.
The thing is, I can’t recall any of the other circumstances, such as what was going on in my life, who I was with, or where I was when it all came about. I’m not even sure of the year, which is possibly 1974 as that was the year I attended a poetry course in Devon.

However, I do know that this was not part of it.

I have tweaked it a little and called it:

In Search of Inner Peace

 Lift me high on a plain where all is beauty,
Where yesterday, today and tomorrow become one,
Where dreams and wishes merge into reality,
Where my troubled Spirit finds Peace, and is not alone.
Let me feel the Joy of a Love so truly
Mine to share from beginning to end,
Let me conquer this longing emptiness within me,
Lay my head and forever sleep with this friend.
Let me know the truth of Being,
Of creating a life from within my own,
Let me divide my mind and body,
Giving shelter, protection, and nourishment to grow.
Let me be what is written to be my destiny,
Show me the way and the paths I must tread,
Do not ignore me and leave me hollow,
I cannot face loneliness if that lies ahead.
May the tears that fall down my cheeks be so gentle,
Like a warm velvet stream they are free to flow,
Let my life have a meaning, a purpose, a future,
Give it substance, fulfil me, give me something to show.
Hear me when I call for my burden to be lifted,
Free me from the guilt of my uselessness and pain,
Lift me up to a plain where All is Beauty,
Let me be at Peace with myself again.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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