Is it ungenerosity that makes one steal?
How do we feel when there is no love.
The given and the free from one above
set me free from wanting too much
give me please a divinity to touch
To hold and to nurture
the thinker and the worker
the every day man on the street
looking for someone to meet
Still silent is the night
when all spirits take flight
When the mind conjures
and the soul wanders
back to Him again
the steadfast and constant friend.
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