The round room reels,
Your head spins with thoughts,
You groan in loneliness,
And confusion eats you,
In the dark,
You feel alone,
That no one cares.
The room has no walls,
All you see is darkness,
Storms in the night,
Rumblings of far away pain.
No way out,
No way forward,
No way back.
A whirlwind of swirling sparks appears,
Caught up in a windmill of despair,
Round and round your thoughts spin,
Like the round room,
Spinning around.
But listen!
In the distance,
From far off,
A voice in your head?
A whisper?
An echo?
The voice of the One you love,
The One who cares,
The One who loves you,
The One who loves you,
Guiding you,
Shining a light for you,
A spark is lit within you,
And finally you see.
The storm dies,
And the terror fades,
Only One voice you here,
Guiding you to the door.
Open the door and find peace,
On the other side,
Open the door and find Me.
Written late 1980s. Nowhere to hide in a round room...No corners... is my mind the round room? But there is hope....a faith that peace will come... awakening, enlightenment....joy...the deepest darkness is always before the dawn as they say.
Written late 1980s. Nowhere to hide in a round room...No corners... is my mind the round room? But there is hope....a faith that peace will come... awakening, enlightenment....joy...the deepest darkness is always before the dawn as they say.
