Blazing Sun
Burns away my mask,
Revealing a fearful soul so small;
I am tired and scarred.
I smell the Presence,
The fragrance of healing.
My hands reach out for
Invisible Reality,
As a Music -
Not in my ears but in my spirit -
Calls me passionately
To a life worth living.
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