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The Rest

I face the rising sun,

And pray, “Thy will be done.”

‘Tis not for sloth or lack of care

That has me ending my prayer there.

Rather, I trust You are good.

All my life I’ve understood

That if You’re goodness proves as true,

Then I can leave all things to You,

Surrendering my need to grasp,

Or to my sense of power clasp.

With my eyes down, I’ll do my best,

And leave in Your good hands the rest.

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Disconnected

Sometimes you’ll feel disconnected.

Been too long since you’ve detected

Any hint of sacred touch.

I wouldn’t let it bug you much.

Instead of dwelling on the lack,

Try to cut yourself some slack.

We live in times not suited to

Fostering Divine in you.

Simplify the way you live,

And focus on what you can give.

Soon it will be brought to bear

That sacredness is everywhere.

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