Convenience left out, all trying to arrange.
Belief against our shame, biting at what we feel.
If nothing is different, then tell me that it's real.
Deepest doubt, it's me, I'm hiding in depression,
with something inside, no exposure, no expression.
Awaken my heart to the ache of a broken world. The rescue.
More than just some words, more than just, a bless you.
Captivating the soul, while unveiling the mystery,
the wellsprings of life, our beautiful history.
Look inside my soul, and hear the sound of laughter,
the joy of the Lord resides there, always and ever-after.
~by Anastasios Konstantinopoulos
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