So much noise,
Creates a silence,
As words of truth,
Cannot be heard.
So much to see,
Of numerous plenty,
Obscures from sight,
The needed and
sought.
Here we are,
Arranged through
changes,
As circumstance clouds,
Clarity of mind.
With thoughts on
heart,
And feelings in the
brain,
All is confusion,
No peace can we find.
Yet near the source,
The flowing spring,
One never thirsts,
Receiving clarity,
Peace,
Wisdom,
Joy,
Love,
Understanding,
Patience,
Kindness,
Strength,
Empathy,
Passion,
Forgiveness,
Endurance,
And Time.
For The Heart of All
Things,
Is unceasingly with
us,
Unceasingly loves us,
Our Lord and God,
So commune with Him,
Unceasingly.
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