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Be still, the voice of Inner Self to hear,
Beneath the din of vain distracting thought,
Intent on spawning denizens of fear,
Whose task it is to render sense to naught;
What gain be there homage to tender greed,
But to be numbered midst deluded rest
Who know not of a more enduring need,
Nor can to deeper-rooted mores attest;
Would that The Way proscribe the human choice,
His gentle counsel steeped in wholesome care;
Then shall the Norm of Goodness well rejoice,
And amity prevail beyond compare.
Be still, most blessed insight to embrace,
The promise of New Life replete with Grace.
©Meanderings 2018
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Be still, my heart…
Taking in the wisdom of your words, Ell. Love and hugs always ❤️
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Thanks Nan. Been thinking of you. Hugs 💞💞😘
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Aww you sweet man. Yes, now I know you’ve been thinking of me indeed. It warmed my heart 💕💕🤗
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Will try to stay in touch. Hugs. 😘
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Thoughts…
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Thanks Peter….. 😉
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How beautiful and the image of the Lilly. So very calming.xxx
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Thanks D! Hugs.
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It takes time and effort sometimes to enter the inner citadel where strength, grace, comfort and peace are offered by the One who is always in our midst.
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Letting Go! Not easy, indeed, to ‘Let Be’. 😉 Hugs.
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Your Sunday sonnets enthral.
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Thank you.
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Wonderfully written
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Thanks.
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