Let me meditateRuminateFind peace in the rubbleBuried hereIs my willThat lost touchWith the surface Blind without handsTracing soundMislaid willAmbles erraticallyLacking directionBut for momentary pullsOf the heart strings


WorshipWhat you willButBare in mindWhat you instillAs abstinenceis absenceOne can be nothing withoutOne withinAs noneAre born without sinWe are fullBut not completeGuiltyIf even at his feetIn lifeBe the foolKnowingEnds will never meet