Bill Cantrell


Inner Self


Oceans are blue,
let my conscience be true.
Precious, this gate to desire.

Hinged to the heart,
when decisions do knock,
let your principles burn like a fire.

Only let in,
vessels of worth.
Beat me when I greet sin.

Show me myself
and grant me desire
to change the evil within.

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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