Center
Needing to find the center
Only this thing I call center cannot be found
The harder I try
The more elusive it becomes
Breathe
1,2,3....still nowhere to be found
Father how many Hail Mary's
Sage how may I empty my cup
Teacher teach me the way
RETNEC
Copyright © Richard Thistle | Year Posted 2014
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