In the overcrowded days of mind When silence seems a rare nocturnal guest I am led into the stillness yet to find Direction in this rare eternal quest.
There presses down the darkness of the past If one can call it past that still endures And holding to its realm attempts to last, But the Divine within this shell assures
My soul that all is going well indeed The force in us by worshipped beauty grows As grows the mighty oak from tiny seed. There is a light within that truly knows
God's immanent descent is growing near Aspire soul, advancing without fear!
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