Revere the source of your strength and peace will fill you.
Slow down the orchestra of madness
Rambling and roaring in your mind.
Let go of the pride and anger
You’ve been holding onto,
Waiting for the perfect opportunity
To lash it out,
And tune your heart to the key of love.
Only fools spend years
Committing verses to memory,
Without letting them be digested by their hearts.
If you take no action from reading,
Is the Word really “living”?
How will it ever jump off the page
And scribble itself into daily life?
Does the Word remain cold and dry,
Dead and docile?
Or is its ink warm and wet,
Alive and breathing, heart beating with a pulse?
Can you hear the author’s voice
Echoing from the page?
Or does he remain mute
And deprived of life?
We spend eternity arguing
About comma usage and period omission
But fail to join together
And recognize the power of spreading
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