While I in acquiescence lie <br />To watch these troubled moments fly <br />And listen to my conscience cry. <br />Oh, troubled heart, be still. <br /> <br />To sit and watch, to hope and pray <br />And wait and want a better day; <br />To see my dear wife fade away, <br />I must hold on until- <br /> <br />Perhaps, upon some later date, <br />When providence has sealed the fate <br />That I must now sit and await; <br />This is a bitter pill. <br /> <br />Bereaved, befuddled sit here I <br />Devoid of laughter, scared to cry, <br />Confused in my attempt to try <br />To climb some yonder hill. <br /> <br />To all the wondrous powers that be, <br />Please walk along this road with me <br />Until I find serenity- <br />Oh, troubled heart, be still.<br /><br />Joseph Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/troubled-heart-be-still/
