Wings ~

God ~ Wings

What torture lurks within a single thought

When grown too constant, and however kind,

However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.

Dull remembrance taught Remembers on unceasingly;

The old delight is with us but to find That all recurring joy is pain refined,

Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.

You lie upon my heart as on a nest,

Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life.

I love you, so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.

In mercy lift your drooping wings and go. ~

By ace101

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