Mystery
Ego’s the one in us who grieves
but what is the force that retrieves
stuporous soul from deep slumber,
to behold the world in wonder,
breath by breath and day after day,
ensuring we joyfully play,
forgetting our soul’s origin,
revealed to us as bliss virgin,
each hue new like the morning dew,
of God’s blessings that so accrue?
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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