When I quit the quirks of thinking
Without fretting on my fate;
When I shift the ship that’s sinking
With lamenting fear of late…
If my soul, in seeking solace
Finds rest for resting’s sake,
Then tranquility’s a chancy chance
My mindfulness can take!
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My mind and body still recall
The years I cherished most of all,
When I played piano all through day and night.
I learned to laugh; I learned to sing.
I learned to cope with anything;
An ancient voice that speaks my spirit bright.
Not every song I wrote on piano was in 3/4 or waltz time, even though all of these are. 🙂
In the Meantime
Shalom! Baruch Haba!
Come unto Me
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