Lost and seeking freedom from pain
Thoughts turn inward there's much to gain
Question of life and our endless quest
Weary tears fall as I attest.
News is horrendous how can I cope
Buried within me a sliver of hope
Held tight and fast through spiritual woe
Hoping and wishing it will surely grow.
Cluster of flowers called Aaron's rod
Epiphany: There is no separation from God
The stalk of the flower dipped in tallow
Lights the way brightly faith no longer fallow.
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