How Long Will We Sleep
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All religious brouhaha
has now become soul’s stigma,
trying to fragment God’s light,
for blurred yet is mankind’s sight.
Each path but asks us to love,
with head and heart, hand in glove,
aligned thus with pulse divine,
simply choosing to align.
Scriptures point out to the truth
but we get there not forsooth,
enmeshed by narrow desire,
as God prays for us to tire.
Know each soul will be pardoned
and none will be abandoned,
yet we too must, now so choose,
love and light, without excuse.
29-June-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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