Susanna Hope

She brings me peace when chaos seems to reign
I need her peace; she needs my strength, my care
She comforts me when I succumb to pain
She’s Beautiful, compassionate, and fair
When she gets weary of the time she’s in
I’ll bring her where she knows she needs to be
She’ll put her hand in mine and we’ll begin
She’ll journey with the Traveller, that’s me
And when she finds the golden clime that’s sweet
She’ll kiss my hand and tell me, “It’s alright.”
My journey will be done; I’ll be complete
She’ll run, but never vanish from my sight
The peace she brings will never disappear
All life’s sweet aspirations bring her near.

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