When silence fills the caverns of my mind, and peace becomes a warm embrace, the world’s no more in pain confined. It is indeed an open, airy, friendly place. The wind outside explores its vast domain. The trees whisper, the rhythms rise and fade. But overall a mist of sadness does remain. The world’s in peace, not yet remade. Will it ever be a place where mind is free, where simple souls can be at rest? Where the Lord can let us be, where good enough needs not be best? Perhaps there is a time, perhaps a place somewhere still not discovered, within the great eternal hall of space, Where you and I can live again, beloved.