AzureMoon's Journal

Sometimes I know that I am part of this world, 

other times I don't know where I belong. 

This lullaby now a haunting dirge

when I want to feel God's love

Where is Gilead, where has he gone...

the gift from the gentle Dove

If I could find it, from the days of Yore,

from the trees gone long ago.......

I would spare not a single drop and cure this world

of the pains that trouble it so.         

Sometimes, I feel like I am ebbing away,

and other times I am caught in a stormy dream...

Sometimes I know I am awakening again,

and coming in with an ethereal tide               

With my Brother's hand upon my soul

and pure light beaming from Inside                     

This light which I have been given and felt a few times,

The elusive blessed Glow

That renewed my faith and  restored my

strength, Where In paradise it always shows       

My God my God, please send Gilead!

Or is my Brother the healing instead?                      

For his blood was shed and cast on me

"He is the Balm of Gilead "   

Sometimes I wonder why I am here and why I am suffering

But then I remember it is not so much as the suffering of my King                           

My Brother, my King come with your crown and let me feel your light again

The Light, the true and Holy Balm that rescues mere mortal man.