Seeking to line to advance myself
My days go by
Unreached realities drive me
As do sorrow and joy
Self hope, man hope, God hope
To the listening ear
To the open heart
A word comes
Communication from the uncreated
This whisper would rule
It I yield to it
So far reaching this uncreated word
That if one yields
All of life
Internal, external
Is altered
Three keys to unlock each word
Loving, obeying, believing
Ancients said
Faith – hope – love
2 Kings 23
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