The air is filled with noise
Pollution of the music blasts
Scares off the soul
From His Goodness sole
But this weak vessel
Withstands not the peril.
For me to love fully the Lord,
I must be detached this noisy world
Its musics' and entertainments
I giveth no second chance
To pest the soul which I have given
To be breasted with milk from heaven.
My body quakes, I know
I wished you be so
Until these drops of rain
Washes the carnal impulse down
So that the Lord will come and dwell
In this little heaven on my soul.
The silence of this lonely place
Contents my heart with ease
And in this solitudinous desert
My soul will never rest
Until it rests on you Lord
My sole goodness beloved.
Itz_Ali_Alexon
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