Why does our heart resist
soft murmurings of love,
holding promise of bliss,
bringing to us rapture,
that leaves nothing amiss?
Why does our heart resist
to forgive the wayward,
who are yet to awake
and narrowly judging,
burning love at the stake?
Why does our heart resist
not, cravings of ego,
that spawns desire and fear,
shrouding us in darkness,
stopping God to draw near?
Why does our heart...
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