
When I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore. Lover of beauty, knightliest and best. When I think of you. I am at rest.
Lord when I think of you, I am at rest. My thoughts seek you, as waves that seek the shore.
You are beauty in the night, and music in the dark, and running water singing on rocks, in English woods, you are the song of the lark.
The above was a post that I had posted November 21st, 2011.
It saddens me to think that that was the last time I would be participating in APAC Choir, ever.
But it makes me smile to know that in that moment on November 21st of year 2011, I appreciated the experience for what it was, and I appreciated it fully.
When I think about that…I am at rest.