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Inner TurmoilI find a deep yearning emptiness, Satisfaction seems so aloof. Enhanced memories of yesterday, They haunt and tease my soul. To where has inner joy journeyed? I seem stranded, without solace. Tears seem to extinguish my flame, My reservoir of passion fully drained. I shed those tears, morning, noon and night, People, desperate, diseased, deserted, dying, Reach out from the screen of my mind, Calling for me to hear, help and give hope. Their lives crumbling even as they call, Their image fades in life's final fight. How can I sit in selfish pity? Lord Jesus, forgive me. Saviour of the world, have mercy. Holy Spirit, fill my well of love. Eternal, loving and compassionate God, Take my hands to deliver your love. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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