Tower of Refuge and Strength

There is too much haste in City life
No solace to be found, only strife's dirge
Constantly and that of protest and lust all around
Society has forgotten the wisdom and the song in silence found
For she has cast off the Sun and built her own way

With a heavy and faint heart I ran from city strife
In search of the Sun, which not but dreams remembered
In the wooden clove I found my rest, my solace
No dirge here, my companion was but the song of silence
And reflected in the pool was the bright eye of the sun

I glanced up then, foolishly seeking the Sun's own face
I was astounded by the brilliance of His glory
And all but blinded by His striking radiance
As the rainbow of His aura pierced with unknown peace
And filled me with such strength that I was unafraid

Many times when I am down I journey now to this quiet place
I eat of the gifts the Sun blesses withing me
As I drink of the song found waiting in silence,
Joyful songs spill forth from me, joining the solace
And I know even with the ills of Society, I can remain free.

- Andrea J. Hatfield,



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