An afternoon ramble
Green tea and a book,
on a quiet afternoon,
now that I am older
I often find myself sleeping.
I seek to pray and my mind wanders,
writing helps me to focus and be present,
allowing inner thoughts to emerge
that I did not know were there.
Are my musings true I often ask myself,
who is it that writes,
as if the words pour out of me
apart from my own cognition.
I don't know,
like helping others,
why do I do that?
Ya know,
not sure I care,
I will do it anyway.
Perhaps we are all
the second greatest mystery,
God and his love and mercy
being the greatest,
an eternal journey into the embrace.
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