Becoming unveiled

 

I hunger for some quietude,

my assumptions be released,

accepting my exhilaration

of God’s Truth in the world.

 

God’s vision cannot exclude,

my wisdom thus increased,

my unveiling to God’s reason,

my future doth unfurl.

 

I hunger for God’s quietude,

my soul at last unveiled.

God’s wisdom t’is my season,

His Love in this mortal swirl.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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