Thresh_Hold Of Comfort Poem by Patrick Sunday

From Thy Thresh'Holds
I Wish To Up'Hold,
Through The Wave'Tide Αnd Gravity
To Where I Feel Sympathy.

To Thy Branches I Rest
A Tree Of A Caring'Shade,
Like Thy Sturdy'Roots Of Crest Shall I Stay Brave Αnd Will Never Fade.

From Thy Gift Of Wings I Fly
Into Horizons Of Unsearched'Sky,
By The Limits Of Reality
Shall I Soar My Dreams Upon A Fantasy.

Αnd On Thine Heart
Shall My Nest Be Built.

Peacefully Αnd Gently
Shall I Take My Rest,
For With Thine Compassion
I Am Caressed