SLUMBERING SPIRITS
We live...
our slumbering spirits
dwelling in a world
of deep dreams;
shuttered eyes
keeping out reality.
We wake...
for brief hopeful moments,
our eyes and ears straining
against the darkness
that permeates
both day and night.
We listen...
for a voice
to call us to Light,
to end the seemingly
endless sleep.
But we do not hear
that Sound,
for our ears are not tuned
to the right frequency,
and the noise of the world
filters out any sound
that would otherwise pierce
our deafness.
Until...
we reach
the deepest place
in our valley of sleep,
and silently call out
with all the heart, mind, soul,
to the only One
who can wake us
and make us whole;
and He does...
if we will.
Till then,
we endlessly slumber.
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SLUMBERING SPIRITS
We live...
our slumbering spirits
dwelling in a world
of deep dreams;
shuttered eyes
keeping out reality.
We wake...
for brief hopeful moments,
our eyes and ears straining
against the darkness
that permeates
both day and night.
We listen...
for a voice
to call us to Light,
to end the seemingly
endless sleep.
But we do not hear
that Sound,
for our ears are not tuned
to the right frequency,
and the noise of the world
filters out any sound
that would otherwise pierce
our deafness.
Until...
we reach
the deepest place
in our valley of sleep,
and silently call out
with all the heart, mind, soul,
to the only One
who can wake us
and make us whole;
and He does...
if we will.
Till then,
we endlessly slumber.
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