by Dr. Rick McGrath,Ph.D.
(Modesto, CA)

The midnight hour strikes.
Sleep eludes me
Though I try to snare her,
She won’t be caught tonight.

Until my mind comes to terms
Uprooting the false pretense of joy,
Rooted in false interpretation of life,
My ignorance.

I call forth the divine spirit within.
Find me the solace that ran away,
The peace that permeated my being, and,
Bring comfort to the mind that lives within.

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