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Give me divinity’s purpose or give me earthly rest
Like Spring that flies home to the bosom of Heaven’s winter nest
Smile in grace in perilous times as the sky remains high
The road to mental and spiritual salvation is not wide
Within my journey, roadblocks to hinder, reach out your hand and we shall pull each other up
We have stories, mantras, which must be told, sipped from one person to the next out the Holy Grail’s cup
Hungering for soulful connections, yet throwing stones at best, weapons when dealt
Someone once said, sticks and stones may break bones, but words will never hurt me
That same person must have been blind and could not read the manifesto of someone’s malevolent creed
Whispers sent above revered in love
Where do crying souls go when the mind and heart needs to mend
Shooting bloody arrows on earth when Thy kingdom of the bruised heel commends
Kneeling in hushed solidarity to give credence to its humble truth
Tattered and battered in its recourse
In life, contentions, strife, will always reduce
Bowing heads in anguish to the world’s backlashes, laying upon thistles and thorns in recluse
Searching in the midnight hour asking the Creator where quiet souls go
Is my name still in the Book of Life of old
The pilgrimage of my ancestors has already paved the way with their blood, sweat, and tears, I am the remnant of their foretold
Until the calling of slumber, soaring eagles safeguard without convictions, without animosity, without whys
No avarice of rewards to hate, no wicked mission to attain, spite in time, will only bring sorrow to human eyes
Devoid in the purpose to wallow, to gloat, judge for misplaced faith, or give merit to saluting dignity to demoralize
Or rise from the reek of self-demise
Here in the Big Bang theory of evolution we call life, unto my Creator, steeple hands must ask for forgiveness and repent
A day to Him, to sin, is like a thousand deaths when sword tongues speak in wicked discontent
If you are not the circulating blood, the four chambers beating in a soulful heart
Then you will never understand the duality plight of light and dark
Permission always granted when evil and good must battle, in its nakedness, vowed to represent
Relish in the honor when wisdom shines in its relent
Sacred temples without spots or wrinkles
To live as a being in all its beautiful glory is to give and receive, it’s just like stars that softly twinkle
The core of a righteous servant is in the intellect in what you teach
Gather the four corners of the world and tell of its evil predictions in the forthcoming lessons you must always preach
For the fallen ones, you pray daily for, until they can stand in their own judgment knowing you have silently reached
No one remains perfect in life’s pursuit
From the doves, the crows, who fly with higher wings to the wise owl who philosophically hoots
Sometimes in life, we must surround ourselves with love to give credence to internal peace
Ostracize those who are not willing to outpour such a luxury for our mental and well-being to divinely lease
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