~~~ Leaven ~~~ Poems

Poison not my bread
With contentions,
Or lace it’s crust
With over zealousness,
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Lose not thyself
In the void of apathy
That swallows
Thy feelings whole,
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If a candle’s flame
Which but flickers
And teeters wobbly
About the wick,
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Hear the Voice
Subtle and Still; your choice
Wander not in darkness lest ye die.
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Casteth from thee thy pride,
And taketh thee up
The yoke of humility,
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If ye should have meat,
Serve it unto the children of God
Who but Hunger,
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Close, Close thine eyes
And listen to the quiet,
For, therein is the sweetness
Of My whisper.
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The olives of Gestheme,
Were crushed and pressed
For their liquid treasure,
To be given unto the nobles there,
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Rise ye up in the morning
And speak unto Me,
That I might guide thy step.
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Reacheth ye forth,
And pulleth thyself
Out of the muck
Of thine oppression
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