By
Vishal Ajmera
Refuge
Refuge;
in the hour of darkness.
No shelter
all running helter – skelter.
Turn of tide,
life in turbulent waters.
Glory all lost
in a land with new sunshine.
Refuge;
in the hour of despair.
Bruised and fighting; the angel soul.
Damage;
so difficult to cope.
Standing distant few souls though
with arms open so wide.
God send angel; as may seem
Breathes the soul;
a new lease of life.
Once again
Awake, afresh
Unleashed; a new goal
New life; same soul
In this place called;
‘Refuge’.
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