Selfish heart bleed from my chest
Into a pool of shallow loneliness
Remove from me that which I feel
For a painless life has nothing to heal.
Petty thoughts are a waste of mind
Sense of entitlement, eyes so blind
Yet tucked away in crevices deep
A mystery lies waiting to reap
To prune all the doubt
To polish the soul
To empower the host, make broken whole
A wispher as sutble as the hush of the wind
lingering there, lying within
And ever so gently, the whisper will flow
beckoning "Child, be still and know."
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