Staring at the speaker
His words go right through me
Like water through a ghost
No effect
My mind is far away from me
And though I keep calling
It strays.
Oh master shepherd!
Perhaps it will know thy voice.
Thy still small voice,
A feeling inside
to make myself my home again.
And not worries of the future.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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