At this feast of splendor,
Yourself everybody wants.
In Your contemplation everyone,
They go and become vibrant.
You are close, and this I know;
In my life, I mind that also.
Nonetheless, psyche believes not;
With eyes anxious it looks on.
You listen to everybody's story;
You understand everyone's anxiety.
Please come down upon the earth;
Laugh like a fountain of ambrosia.
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Thursday, January 20, 2022
My anxious mind
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I know You are nearby, but still I fret from time to time.
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