The coolness of a gentle breeze
Blows through the meadow fair.
I listen for rustle of the grass
And smell the punguent air.

A momentary silence brings
The peace for which I long.
If only evening sights and sounds
Could make my spirit strong.

The night owl moans and sweeps the ground
With gracefulness and speed.
As my soul cries out for mercy
Leaving God to fill my need.

For human intervention comes
With little hope, I fear.
Can man see through another's eyes,
Even while he hovers near?

Only in the glass do I behold
my grievous sin;
Its reflection manifests
The wicked state my heart is in.

I know that I must free my mind
from bitterness and pain.
Or each day shall go uncherished;
Northing from it would be gained.

My life is but a pathway
Winding down a lonely hill.
Though others walk beside me,
I am empty even still.

Within my soul there lies a fountain
Ready now to flow.
But fear of further grief
Has built a dam;  I dare not go!

Winter will someday become
The serenity of Spring.
Strolling by still waters
I shall no more feel its sting.

This anguish that has plagued my heart
Since I was but a child,
Shall pass away forever;
I will no more be defiled.