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Dogs 2017

THY KINGDOM COME
(7/29/17)

we wait

we search

we settle
for the material
pleasures

not knowing
where else
to look
for fulfillment

we do try
at times
to cultivate
the quiet

to see
the divinity
hidden
in solitude

we want
to touch
that which
was promised

to hold
our souls up
for the heavens
to see

but clouds
of self
obscure
the pure
sunlight
within

all
that we find
is temporal
frustration

confusion

we relent

we go
shopping

we get
laid

we shrug

sheepishly
we smile