He who asks
He who asks is not who we are
What soul is, is God’s light
We’re luminous like yonder star
And throb of bliss delight
If we’d know, make thoughts slow
Feel in heart, God’s light glow
Tread softly, gently flow
Futile tasks
He who asks
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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