The Quiet Hours of the Soul without the lilies bright
Upon the dark and lonely nights
without the morning sun and the lilies bright,
my soul tells me secrets only I can hear,
for this is a place no one knows, no one can enter
a place so mine.
Night, be my guide when the light grows dim
where I fled the morning sun to be from one place to another
to calm the restless mind.
The only witness is the mist in the window.
It’s here, in this valley of solitude in Self-revealing time,
I converse with my soul.
Here no one can enter, as no one can know.
When the morning sun greets me again and I see the lilies bright,
I know there is a place I can go
when the dark hours of my soul again call,
that place so quiet, those hours so mine.
—Bernadete vdw, ‘24
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Hello Bernadete...
Hurricane all around me...
Great timing as if you're the Eye of the Storm...
Beautiful write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Sparrowsong, my lovely bird!!! Are you speaking literally? are you really
being hit by Hurricane Francine? I saw it on the news. How tragic!
outstanding poem!!!!!!!!
Thank you Greg, I am delighted you like this piece. B
'To converse with my soul'
'solitude in Self revealing time,' ...
you get it too B.. how the night comforts.
Beautiful soulful lines and a wonderfully soothing read and I love your use of lillies.
Know that when you are conversing with your soul I am conversing with mine on the other side of the world my friend. Hugs X
"Upon the dark and lonely nights
without the morning sun and the lilies bright, "
With a beginning like that how could I not be drawn in to this wonderful poem. Those lines!! There is beautiful expression in this poem x
Much appreciated, once again. Hi Tina, I love when you share your thoughts. So, you think this piece has a “beautiful expression”, thank you for saying that, I had so much in my head that I was wondering if I could express it on paper, I think quite a bit stayed on the head. Well, the other bit is out, at least. Stay well, Poet, have a good weekend, B
I am glad you like this one. Hi Ian, I really appreciate you reading my writings. Cheers! I’ll take the time (maybe this weekend) to read yours, I notice that you have quite a few pieces. Looking forward to it.
Have a jolly good weekend. B
You just took me to such a special place and without me even trying to be there .. Now that is something else .. Many thanks, Neville
You said something very beautiful here, Neville. I think you had music on
your fingers when you wrote this. Bernadete says she appreciates more
than very much.
Hi Bernadete, what a beautiful poem, so soft, and sweet. My favorite line is:
"The only witness is the mist in the window".
Gorgeous writing, my friend!
Matthew.
Cheers Matthew! I am glad you read this one and once again sent me your thoughts (it's a long way, you know) but here we are!
Yes, please! write us another smash. We're waiting.
Bernadete
Beautiful thoughts….
Much appreciated, John. Thank you for reading this. B