The UnReal

A piece of wood adrift on the ocean ,
Tossed by the waves with destiny uncertain ,
Colour fading , into thin air ,
A breeze dying , oh despair !
The moon passing behind a cloud ,
A smile turning into a frown ,
A flower falling to the dust ,
A song ending, ...... as it must .

Suddenly , I felt withered and old ,
My vision seemed to be dim , weak seemed my hold ,
My arms wrinkled , my back bent,
Lord where had all those years been spent !

by the sea.

Oh..........to sit by the sea ,
And weep , and weep , and weep .
Just to lie as a sobbing heap ,
Until every tear-drop dries ,
Until there is no grief in my eyes .
To feel the breeze caress and sympathize ,
To see the waves in their earnestness rise ,
Console me , hear my cries ,
Until the ache in my heart dies.

Eternal Peace

Souls , littered on the earth's surface ,
Are parts of God , His Loving Grace ,
Each one with restless heart ,
Searches for his other part ,
His search , alas is all in vain ,
Alone he dwells in sorrow and pain ,
And then does life end at last ,
Away his fleshy debris is cast ,
His Soul enters God's Embrace ,
And merges with His Lord , His Grace ,
And so , there is Eternal Peace ,
And Everlasting Love and Ease .