Collections of Poems from Beneath Still Waters

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The crime of the mind is deep and dark,

It leaves no trace, it leaves no mark.

But still, it haunts, it steals away,

The peace of heart, the light of day.

It whispers lies that we believe,

It plants the seeds that we conceive.

But in the shadows, truth does lie—

A beacon bright in tear-filled eyes.

The crime of the mind is fought with grace,

With courage found in every space.

For though it strikes, it cannot last,

It fades away as truth stands fast 

The greatest love of all, they say,

Is not the one that fades away.

It’s not the one in fleeting thrills,

But one that grows as time stands still.

It’s found in moments soft and sweet,

In every glance, in every heartbeat.

It’s not the love that’s bold and loud,

But one that’s humble, never proud.

It’s in the way you hold my hand,

The quiet times, the simple plans.

It’s in the patience, in the grace,

In the warmth of your embrace.

The greatest love of all is here—

In whispered words, in hearts so dear.

It’s in the silence of the night,

In every wrong, in every right.

Hope is dim, but still it gleams,

A fragile thread in fractured dreams.

Though shadows fall and darkness spreads,

Hope lingers still, though faint, it treads.

In the quiet hours of the night,

When all seems lost, devoid of light,

Hope whispers soft, though barely heard,

It stirs the soul, though not a word.

Though hope is dim, it does not die—

It waits beneath the tear-streaked sky.

And when the dawn begins to break,

Hope rises strong, no more to quake.

Redeem my soul from shadows deep,

From nights of restless, troubled sleep.

Lift me from the weight I bear,

From all the grief, from all despair.

Let your light, so warm and bright,

Guide me gently through the night.

Redeem my heart, restore my grace,

Let me find my sacred place.

For in redemption, peace is found—

A love that’s pure, a faith unbound.

In your hands, I find release,

In your arms, eternal peace.

The work flows steady, day by day,

A rhythm we can’t disobey.

From dawn to dusk, we march in tune,

Like clockwork under a waxing moon.

We labor hard, we give our all,

Yet sometimes, we still feel small.

But in the grind, we find our way,

Another chance, another day.

The work we do is more than toil,

It’s what we build, it’s what we soil.

For in the sweat, in every tear,

We plant the seeds of dreams so dear.

As the sun sets on distant shores,

I think of what my heart adores.

The love we shared, the times we cried,

The moments when we laughed with pride.

The sun may fade, the night may fall,

But in my heart, I hold it all.

For love does not rely on light—

It shines within, it burns so bright.

And though the day gives way to night,

Our love will be a guiding light.

So as the sun sinks low and deep,

I hold you close, my soul to keep.