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Monday, August 24, 2015

The Inner Call

When it was evening I could hear you, your crying
Tear drops were flowing and quickly multiplying
Something so terrible was wounding you so deep
That it robbed you of calmness and robbed you of sleep

I wanted to say something but how could I ever say
That I heard you, your sighing, though you were miles away?
Wouldn't I seem so foolish or a bit out of my head?
I chose to keep this silent  and prayed for you instead

How can one ever  hide this,  this gift of  inner seeing
It's inwardly challenging and from it there's no fleeing
The Omnipotent, the Immortal has given to us all
Our inward assignments and the people who will call..

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