The Seeker

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She searched the halls of castled kings,

parted feathered angel wings,

pondered deep with think-tank Brains,

researched Wall Street’s short-term gains,

cozied up to Heads of State,

sought the rarest foods to plate,

joined the ranks of earth’s elite –

and still, her quest was incomplete

until the day she saw it clear,

frost upon a barren spear.

That quality of strength and grace

she’d hunted for through time and space

was clinging to these simple stems

where trials turned life’s tears to gems;

the Truth – elusive, and unknown

had always sparkled close to home.

 

 

 

 

 

Soul Runs Empty

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Soul runs empty,

pants for bread,

craves attachment,

must be fed;

convention’s trough

won’t satisfy –

O Christmas Son,

will you supply?

Born and laid

in manger hay,

feed our souls

this Christmas Day.

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