Unshod
Unshod, with prayer on our lips
We ask for love and light
But fear and desire, our heart grips
Such is our woeful plight
That we rise, God descends
Our feral cravings ends
Thus by grace, soul ascends
Meet God
Unshod
02-November-2022
Quietus
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