Awaking From Stupor
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Our consciousness can be trapped in a rut
of following paths so sadly worn out.
From gladness to sadness, hearts are somewhat,
together with souls, from joy turned about-
in trampling new seeds to wake up and sprout.
With deep meditation, the soul is set free
to put back in order, through silent rest-
the spiritual goals that oft turn the key
to waken our hearts and souls to be blessed
with new vibrant paths that restore life's zest.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2024
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