Each day, I'm deep in contemplation
What is this life, to be made of
I don't know any answers
So, seek guidance from above
Reflect on this creation
And marvel at its trove
The universe and its formation
And how, it interwove
So I make, this simple dedication
Send it winging, on a dove
Accede not to temptation
Hope my soul is my salvation
And put my faith, in His pure love
BOEMS BY JA 554
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