
In sleep – wild as meadow’s grass.
Soft as lavender and rosemary.
I turn tablets, one by one-
spellbound and enchanted.
The voices, behooved me read- on
swallowing whole verses
thundering quietly,
Striking, rivers in my belly.
Add to your virtue love
Add to love, kindness
Add to kindness, forgiveness
“for in patience possess ye, your soul.”
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