Anxiety has gripped me deep
And I try to rest my fears
But a queer feeling stays in my heart
A churn, a tremble it mirrors.
Sleep doesn’t come to me
I’m in a strange foreign land
And I feel bereft of my few loves
Be at ease, is something I now can’t.
I look out of the window
Out of the inn where I stay
I see fairy lights shimmering down below
Scripting a charming play.
And, as I gaze in wonderment
I remember my angel’s sweet face
That shines as brightly as those stars,
As sweetly as the lights in this place.
My angel smiles and seemingly sings
All of my anxiety and fears away
This strange foreign land, oh heaven,
Becomes known to me as my angel prays.
Bless those lights & their beauty
And may my angel remind me always
that no land or its people are foreign
as long as you bring your love from far away.