Repairs

Repairs,

repairs upon my soul;

let the mouths of heaven open…

let the refreshing tones from them roll.

May the restoration begin – and remain out of my control.

 

Mend my mind.

Heal my heart.

Remedy my resolve.

Amend my ardour.

Let the mouths of heaven open…

let the healing tones from them roll.

May the renovation infinitely continue – and thus leave me anew.

© Annalinde Louw 2012

Sometimes we just have to sit back and let ourselves heal, forgetting everyone and everything around us. We must take care of ourselves, first and foremost. Always remember that.

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This piece was written on 1 November 2012