All that is good,
Let
it come to me softly.
I will embrace it with
arms open wide,
Sharing its essence a
thousand fold,
Spreading its gospel to
grateful minds.
If it means harm,
Let
me face it with honor,
Searching the undertones
living below
So I may mute the
thundering voices
And quell the torrent
that rides stormy seas.
We are but brief
To move through the cosmos,
A wink and a blink in the
footnotes of time.
No time to waste on the
lost angst of demons.
Focused and fixed and
anxious to find
All that is good.
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