Thought
Religions, God and heaven’s home
Holy grail’s cup for perfection roam
Why in every nation, tribe and clan
This ideal sought in god or man?
Because this goal was not apart
It was your very beating heart
Pushing you with force inside
Unknown to you placed it outside
After long searches here and there
In temples, churches everywhere
At last came back to your own soul
A circular round from start and go
Weeping, praying, shrouded untold
Is nearest of near own Spirit behold
To assert it and manifest to beings all
Upholds noble traits 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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