A Psalm Of Blessings

this small circle of my world is nearly perfect I have silence and peace the golden morning greets me spring is trembling in a lover's heart day waits for me like a budded rose ah but just outside my hermit's wall the hungry monsters prowl I feel the knife of far off war I hear no whispering god I taste the air of hate and fear my circle is empty without hope as I go out into the day I will not forget the pain and loss I will hold it close as I greet a friend I will listen to the sacred wind I will be grateful for my burden and I will pray and bless a stranger