Peace Of Weird Things By Eagle Pen

Peace Of Weird Things By Eagle Pen.

When the hatred for the world grows in me,

And I wake up in the dark night at the last sound,

With the fear of what my life and my family will be

I go and lie where rain pours,

Rest in the beauty of the waters

I come into the peace of weird things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.

I come into the presence of still water,

And I feel above me the day-blind stars,

Waiting with their light by night.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world,

And I am free even from the peace of weird things

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