Here, In The Chapel

HERE, in the chapel, I find a peace
That I've been missing in my life;
For troubles never seem to cease,
And every joy comes mixed with strife,

But maybe, tomorrow, the sun will rise,
And lungs will fill, and eyes will see
That days are a promise we get to keep,
And I am where I'm meant to be.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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