Early Morning on the Lake
Original Poems

Early Morning on the Lake

Beleaguered Servant

I stand here, now, at perfect peace
  The church reflected on the lake
Where troubles end, and sorrows cease
  A moment’s breath to quiet take

The church reflected on the lake
  The hills and sky get interspliced
A moment’s breath to quiet take
  A heart no longer sacrificed

The hills and sky get interspliced
  I stand here, now, at perfect peace
A heart no longer sacrificed
  Where troubles end, and sorrows cease

Published by Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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