In darkest night, the soul is alone.
The soul is alone and the world silent;
In deepest pain, silence like a knife
Can leave jagged wounds
A soft human voice can comfort and heal
A soft human hand can touch
And that is never too much.
In darkest night, the soul searches.
A ray of light, a hope, some solace;
Words of wisdom from a wise human being
Knowing the far path from which you've come.
Sometimes tired of just being.
Now dawn pales the sky.
There is the night and then the day
A giver and taker, taking all away
There is sorrow but tomorrow
Even after the darkest night
The soul will find the light.
wonderful ending lines...it looks like as if you are now in the state of a stream running calm after its rough course over cliffs...thanks...10
soul searching poem....a soft and pleasing way of finding God in thy inner self....God bless...a 10 +++++
soul searching poem....a soft and pleasing way of finding God in thy inner self....God bless...a 10 +++++
Yes, let the soul find the light....liked your message, Rani.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is beyond belief what the human touch can do for relief in our 'darkest night' - - a fine reminder Rani. - - the soul can always 'find the light' if helped a little on the way.....10 from Fay.