These uninvited entities who come Interfering with the spirit's need for calm Into the unsuspecting mind's domain Bringing their insidious messages, Vital disturbances, anathema to life And the body's repetition of its pain Lay waste the evolving self's upward climb.
The soul weeps and the psychic tears Do not abate, too great the wasted years To formulate the future's steps and fears Abound and deep within the pain seers
Unless a Grace should lift the fallen soul And enveloping it prevent the drastic fall.
Poems Undated (1727)
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