Thought
Religions, God and heaven’s home
Grail cup holy for perfection roam
Why in every nation, tribe and clan
This ideal sought in gods or man?
Because this goal was not apart
It was your very beating heart
Pushing you with force inside
Unknown you placed it well outside
After long searches here and there
In temples, churches everywhere
At last came back to your own soul
A circular route from start and go
Weeping, praying, shrouded untold
Is nearest of near to Spirit behold
To assert it and beam to beings all
Upholds nobility when morals fall
Prayer
Lord, how can I ever be far from Thee when you are my own beating heart. Impelling forward and attracting me magnetically until we unite in what seems to be a mystic union but ends in a glorious oneness. My heart surges - I was ever that.
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