TABERNACLE OF PEACE
Deep, deep within, I still wish
For a tabernacle of peace
and the shade of a fig-tree –
But at this moment, I insist no further:
If it's not right now, maybe in a year.
Let there be only what has been thus far,
Between seasons that change their faces;
Let me only be able to still feel happiness
At things normally taken for granted.
Let there be only what has been thus far,
It's not much, but it's almost everything;
Let me only still be able to feel desire
For the morrow, and not for yesterday.
Let there only be what has been thus far,
Let there still be an opening for my dream,
While love's still warm with fire,
Like the innocence in a child's eyes.
Deep, deep within, I still wish
For a tabernacle of peace, to rest in shade within,
Yet I believe that what little I have
Is far more than any prayer, too.
Let there be only what has been thus far,
It's not much, but it's almost everything;
Let me only still be able to feel desire
For the morrow, and not yesterday.
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