Hollow, empty spaces
All the world so wide
Distraction filling silence
While the soul abides.
The ego dances freely
With the vapid little thrills
Temptations on the cutting edge
Yet older than the hills.
We put ourselves atop
Above the petty rest
Never clear enough to see
What we\’ve made second best.
For if God were really up there
There\’d be no suffering or loss
He would not permit it,
Just ask Him, on the cross.
– Patrick Pierce
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