Every day is so volatile, nothing to soothe or calm inner
feelings, nothing coming into the atmosphere of spiritual
enlightenment, it's silence is deafening.
Yet hope is burning brightly in darkness, a candle flame
ever waning, keeping faith alive in spite of everything
that has happened.
Lost in a world of desolation, searching for answers that
haven't yet found a question to be asked, a total reminder
of the inner quiet holding us together.
Like the glue of our souls interiorly, senses and sounds
wrapped within candle flames, burning in our minds, never
waning, taking us into intellectual sides of our brain.
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